Oh, You Are The Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet And Hold The Earth In Place
I met you through a common friendIn the attic of my parents houseAnd though I didn't know it thenI soon was finding outYou are the roots that sleep beneath my feetAnd hold the earth in placeEach time a faucet opensWords are spokenThe water runs awayAnd I hear your nameNo, nothing has changed
There was this book I read and lovedThe story of a shipWho sailed around the world and foundThat nothing else existsBeyond his own two sailsAnd wooden shellAnd what is held withinAll else is sure to passWe clutch and graspAnd debate what's truly permanentBut when the wind starts to shiftThere's no argument
I sing and drink and sleep on floorsAnd try hard not to be annoyedBy all these people worrying about meSo when I'm suffering through some awful driveYou occasionally cross my mindIt's my hidden hope that you are still among themWell are you?
Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feetAnd hold the earth in placeEach time a curtain opensSunlight pours inA lifetime melts awayAnd we share a nameOn some picturesque grave