| Song | Re-Arranged |
| Artist | Limp Bizkit |
| Album | The Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Saw a sign on the path, all seekers this way | |
| A very subtle left through a petal my way | |
| As I neared the bridge two soldiers stood and stared | |
| No one passes by us up ahead, you're welcome here | |
| Carried on down the road to the marketplace | |
| I was still alone, no one knew my face | |
| Then a stranger sang with voice like the wind | |
| Then the hails began to sing welcome in | |
| Time rolls on, ain't no good to sit alone | |
| Time rolls on and so we traveled on | |
| Never did I imagine what a dawn could be | |
| Till I opened my eyes to see it was welcoming me | |
| At the end of my days on my way home | |
| I paused a while to gaze upon the sacred stone | |
| There I stood in the middle of the holy domain | |
| Then the people came out to say welcome home again | |
| Time rolls on and so we carry on | |
| Time rolls on, ain't no good to sit and moan | |
| Time rolls on and so we travel on | |
| Time rolls on, ain't no good to sit alone | |
| Time rolls on, time rolls on | |
| Ain't no good to sit and moan | |
| Time rolls on | |
| Saw a sign on the path, all seekers this way | |
| A very subtle left through a petal my way | |
| As I neared the bridge two soldiers stood and stared | |
| No one passes by us up ahead, you' re welcome here | |
| Carried on down the road to the marketplace | |
| I was still alone, no one knew my face | |
| Then a stranger sang with voice like the wind | |
| Then the hails began to sing welcome in | |
| Time rolls on, ain' t no good to sit alone | |
| Time rolls on and so we traveled on | |
| Never did I imagine what a dawn could be | |
| Till I opened my eyes to see it was welcoming me | |
| At the end of my days on my way home | |
| I paused a while to gaze upon the sacred stone | |
| There I stood in the middle of the holy domain | |
| Then the people came out to say welcome home again | |
| Time rolls on and so we carry on | |
| Time rolls on, ain' t no good to sit and moan | |
| Time rolls on and so we travel on | |
| Time rolls on, ain' t no good to sit alone | |
| Time rolls on, time rolls on | |
| Ain' t no good to sit and moan | |
| Time rolls on | |
| Saw a sign on the path, all seekers this way | |
| A very subtle left through a petal my way | |
| As I neared the bridge two soldiers stood and stared | |
| No one passes by us up ahead, you' re welcome here | |
| Carried on down the road to the marketplace | |
| I was still alone, no one knew my face | |
| Then a stranger sang with voice like the wind | |
| Then the hails began to sing welcome in | |
| Time rolls on, ain' t no good to sit alone | |
| Time rolls on and so we traveled on | |
| Never did I imagine what a dawn could be | |
| Till I opened my eyes to see it was welcoming me | |
| At the end of my days on my way home | |
| I paused a while to gaze upon the sacred stone | |
| There I stood in the middle of the holy domain | |
| Then the people came out to say welcome home again | |
| Time rolls on and so we carry on | |
| Time rolls on, ain' t no good to sit and moan | |
| Time rolls on and so we travel on | |
| Time rolls on, ain' t no good to sit alone | |
| Time rolls on, time rolls on | |
| Ain' t no good to sit and moan | |
| Time rolls on | |