Rolling stone

life is like a rolling stone
just keeps moving on and on
never stops by to think about
who you were with wat u left behind

but today billy is old and cold
its time to hit the end of the road
lonely he sees all those good old times
the dance by the river Rhine

he dont remember her name
bt he does remember her face
and that walk in Paris at midnight
and those tears in her eyes when he said goodbye

and billy kept moving on
so many people hopped off and on
bt her face kept flashing in his mind
that night, that kiss, it was paradise

bt life is a rolling stone
and they had goals they wont let go
they bid goodbye and walked down the road
only to realize they aren't whole nymore

and now at the end of his life
billy wished if only he had stopped by
her doors are closed forever now
the grave says it was never a goodbye