Roll on Hills

Too bad your baby is crying You're too busy with all those loose ends you are tying Convince the world that he's not okay So you can make your clean get away Roll on hills roll on hills So old and so mean In your harsh winter chill You're so cold and so mean Got a set of your momma's wings Can't stay settled down for anything You can run and you can lie But you can't run fast enough to hide Roll on hills roll on hills So old and so mean In your harsh winter chill You're so cold and so mean You gave no hints that you would leave And those wounds you left will not bleed