Roots grew far too deep for comfort
And I’ve seen what happens when I have things to lose
But I’ve never been much good at drifting
Seem to gravitate toward some center and just orbit
So I work the day away dreaming of painted lines blurring beneath me
Sun and moon entering and exiting the stage while I run my tires down
But I know other towns
And I know other people
Can’t I just decide this is someplace that means enough?
And these people mean more than enough?
I’m bored of dreaming of escaping the north
Hell, I used to dream of getting out of the south
It’s all west of somewhere
But I’ll put hammer to nail and stow my checks like a good American
And find things to smile about
I felt a breeze driving home today and saw a grocery store I had stolen from while the Eagles played on the radio
And I grinned like a maniac the whole way back to the shop
And I know I’ll sleep deeply tonight
In sheets with a pillow
I don’t need a lot and I want too much
I never know the right time for things
And I always do the worst thing when it matters the most
So I ought to stay
Because I don’t want to
I ought to stay
See this winter and the next out
And in winter
I’ll need deep roots to grasp what warmth I can find down under
I could see life springing up around it me if I gave it half a chance
My own garden in these long hard plains of white