You rolling, Jim? (Rolling)

Every time I drive up on 53
I'm seeing sideways up ahead of me
There's little lakes, there's little fountains
There's little molehills made out of mountains
There's little prayers that I perceive, oh

Every time I drive up on 54
It goes past Mick's and Dick's general store
There goes the signal and it's dropped for miles
There goes the static at the top of the dial

Every wild man screamed it
By only a hundred years, away now
Who am I to witness? Who am I to see?
Who am I to notice which way a tree
Falling alone falls silently?

Half a mile later, just past the sign
There's a Winnebago, an Econoline
I smell the lake on up aways
I know the exit and the parking place

We used to swim out in the sun
We were swimmin' out there under heaven
We were too young to have been unforgiven

Who are you to listen? Who are you to care?
Just someone who knows me from anywhere
Where do we come from out of thin air?
I hear you whisper in the back of my hair

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Writer(s): Aaron Dessner, Anais Mitchell, Justin Vernon