Way back in the days. It feels so long ago. But I remember it well. Always looking for a pot of gold. An old beat up van. We would drive from gig to gig. I wonder how we survived. But we were on to something big. Now it's time to move along. We're packing this bus to leave and carry on. Here we go!. This rock is rollin' home. This rock is rollin' home. This rock is rollin' home. This rock is rollin' home. You gotta make it or break. I always knew that we were strong. No matter what was said. We wouldn't argue for too long. And when it hit me hard. I thought I can't go on no more. But at the end of the day. You really know what friends are for. Now it's time to move along. The wheels keep turning? round we'll carry on. Here we go!. This rock is rollin' home. Now it's time to move along. We're packing this bus to leave and carry on