329 once said 'when the rock rolls, the dead sea scrolls'. And I took that to mean scroll as a verb and if you and I laid on a hill wrapped in goofy long say sheet, then unraveled down the hill roly poly style, we'd groove. With the love of saints and the sainted sheets, I roll with you.
May we groove. (repeat.)
When Donna left bohannon the Heavens shook and the Angels cried, “Bohannon lives!” The Lord sayeth unto Bohannon, “Dance, man, dance! For that is my truth, my rule, my lesson to you.” And bohannon danced. And the Angels rejoiced!
May we groove. (repeat.)
Because Bohannon learned that love is temporary. All is temporary. That is the nature of the world. So cling not to thing, but let it slide.