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

Every day 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

Keeps collecting into one judgmental stone

Could I go somewhere where I can feel the moonshine flow

And the sun would be upon me every day?

Could I go somewhere where I can feel the moonshine glow

And the sun would beat upon me every day?

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

Keeps 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 lovin' flow

And your storm would be upon me every day?

Could I go somewhere where I can feel your lovin' flow

Every day? Day, oh

And lay down my

Roots

Roots

Roots

Roots