Roots

All the leaves keep falling down on my front porch And I'm thinking that it might be time to go And the cold it keeps me hid behind blue eyes Only telling when it should be time for show Everyday I take my tired feet to the store And I pull my heels across the dusty floor Oh the dust it sticks to me, I take it home Keep collecting into one judgmental stone Could I go somewhere where I can feel the moonshine flow And the sun would be upon me everyday Could I go somewhere where I can feel the moonshine glow And the sun would beat upon me everyday And lay down my Roots Roots All the beams keep burning down into my back And I'm thinking that it might be time to go And the sand it sticks to me, I take it home Keep collecting into one judgmental stone Could I go somewhere where I can feel the cool breeze blow And a storm would be upon me every day Could I go somewhere where I can feel the cool breeze blow And a storm would beat upon me every day And lay down my Roots Roots Roots Roots I would be so happy Just to call you my home To call you my roots All the stones I threw them in the salty sea Walked across 'em, found you waiting there for me Could I go somewhere where I can feel your loving flow And your storm would be upon me everyday Could I go somewhere where I can feel your loving flow Every day Day oh oh And lay down my Roots Roots Roots Roots