No Roots

We got away and they were Playing reggae up-down in Georgia Drinking whiskey at the theater Smiles all around I was wearing a suit she tailored My clothes back home, were they so real? I was wearing a character in white In trite, the mess I came as They sold us a great tradition Freshly invented and adorned The old world simulacra Playing at our door But I don't think that we should stay here And things will never be the same Not exactly as they were This flux over our heads debates The world we made so we Protest day and night to Make the point that Nothing is the same Repetition into the ether At least we take a stand And now we're desperately Searching for our roots and We're stoking the place where We think we were born Not even knowing who Built this road we've been treading on All these years, constructing memories That we run to so we Can hide our faces So we can hide our faces And things will never be the same Not exactly as they were This flux over our heads debates The world we made so we Protest day and night to Make the point that Nothing is the same Repetition into the ether At least we take a stand And things will never be the same Not exactly as they were This flux over our heads debates The world we made so we Protest day and night to Make the point that Nothing is the same Repetition into the either At least we take a stand