Roots

Got my head on a swivel My mind is racing all the time But where is it going With no No end in sight Do my roots run deep Can you see them from the cracks in the concrete Sinking me like quicksand Swallowing my feet And it keeps pulling me Where the roots run deep I found me a garden And I walked through the weeds and through the thorns I talked to the Keeper and I think I believe her She talks a lot about dreams she's got And she doesn't care if she'll be forgot She'll walk it off and carry on I talked to the Keeper and I think I believe her Well do my roots run deep Can you see them from the cracks in the concrete Sinking me like quicksand Swallowing my feet And it keeps pulling me Where the roots run deep Deep Deep Deep Do my roots run deep Can you see them from the cracks in the concrete Like quicksand swallowing my feet Oh these roots keep pulling me Well do my roots run deep Do my roots run deep Can you see them from the cracks in the concrete Sinking me like quicksand Swallowing my feet And it keeps pulling me It keeps pulling me It keeps pulling me Where the roots run deep Where the roots run deep