Roll Your Rock Away     6/1/03-6/4/03
 

You could believe in Santa Clause

Yet still not believe in yourself

You could pause because
You’re afraid of your turn

In the urn on the living room shelf

You could have a brand new set of Ginsu knives

You could have more good luck than

An alley cat’s got lives

You could out deal the devil in the dark of night

While you scan the future with your second sight

But you got to roll your rock away

 

You could dance to the beat

Of a different drummer

While you drive down the street

In your bright red Hummer

You might look hot on the beach this summer

Or be the coolest dude in a crowd of cucumbers

You could talk a dog off a meat wagon

Convince Austin Powers to give up shagging

Or Sell snow to the city of Buffalo

As part of your own reality T.V. Show

But you got to roll your rock away.

 

You may have the cleanest house in Babylon

Or the best tasting salt in Gomorra

You may be the latest prophet reciting

From the Bible, the Koran,

The Wall St. Journal, or the Torah

You can get yourself a groovy guru

And a magical mantra to mutter

Or you may prefer modern scientific Voodoo

As you hit the links with your carbon fiber putter

You got to roll your rock away.

 

Bridge:

Would you dare to take my hand?

Let me show you your own Promised Land

It begins when you choose to see

Yourself the way you want to be…

(You got to roll your rock away)

 

You could be drowning in the desert

Thirsty in the pouring rain

You might be wondering

When someone’s gonna finally explain

Why you can lead a horse to water

You might even get your horse to drink

You can lead a man to knowledge

But I’ll be damned if you can make him think

He’s got to roll his own rock away

You got to roll your rock away...