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