Songs

Stop, Drop, and Roll

Words and music by Jeffrey Pepper Rodgers

Because the spark falls
The wires are crossing
And the heat is thick
Your mind is tossing
You’re alone, awake
A figure on the fray

Because the smoke rolls
A slow train coming
And you can’t recall
When you left home and
In the room the lines
Are blurring into gray

One small window swollen tight
Can’t crack open to the night
You feel the singe, the choking air
No more wondering when or where

You’ve got to stop, drop, and roll
That’s all

Because the flame licks
The paint is peeling
And you can’t escape
The headlong feeling
Of the tick, the tock
The chances slipping away

Because you bang and bang
And bang your fist
Against the wall and still
The hard resistance
And there’s not a dent
You can make today

One small window, can’t jump down
Too far distant from solid ground
You feel the singe, the choking air
No more wondering when or where

You’ve got to stop, drop, and roll
That’s all

Because the spark falls
The wires are crossing
And the flame licks
Your mind is tossing
And the tick, the tock
The chances slipping away

Because you give until
There is no giving
And you lose the life
Inside the living
And there’s not a shred
Of reason to delay

One small break and you roll on through
You choose the exit that chooses you
When you do the thing you do not dare
You find yourself in the clearing air

You just stop, drop, and roll
That’s all

© Jeffrey Pepper Rodgers Music (ASCAP)