When your love is all gone, and it's time for tying on your walking shoes When the rain, rushing down, sings a lonesome sound of the blues Let them roll on by, like the clouds in the sky Leave them high and dry, let them roll on by You can run, you can hide, you can lock yourself inside your own hell You can lie where you fall, you can turn your bedroom walls into a prison cell Let them roll on by, like the tears the angels cry Leave the blues high and dry, let them roll on by If it fades till it's gone, and the only song is nothing left to lose That old train's pulled away, there ain't nothing left to say about these blues Let them roll on by, like the clouds in the sky Leave them high and dry, let them roll on by Let them roll on by, like the tears the angels cry Leave them high and dry, let them roll on by Let them roll on by, roll on by Roll on by, roll on by Roll on by, roll on by