My Songs

Roots

Lush green fields
Full of corn stalks
I used to run and play
Away my summer days
Thick forests of trees with pretty leaves
Swaying in the wind
I used to climb them
To smoke a joint or two

My childhood wasn't perfect
Nor was it normal
Oh how I fucking hated
That old, small house
I remember saying
How I was getting away
That I would go far from there
So that I could be somebody

That old town taught me something
I could never have learned out there
I learned if you don't have roots
You have nothing
My roots are here in Iowa
They are scarred
But they are alive
I am nothing without them

Roots keep us grounded
Iowan roots stay buried in the dirt
The soil nourishes them
Keeps them alive
Home is where you make it
It's where your heart is
My heart is in Iowa
Buried in the fields

I remember the smell of rain
How it fell down like sheets
It was amazing, how cold it felt
It drenched my hair
Soaked my clothes
I used to dance in the rain
Twisting and twirling
As it poured down hard

Can't forget days when
I watched the sunset in the west
And watched it rise in the east
Without a doubt
That I never grew weary
Never tiring was just me
I'm a little ball of rebellious fire
Nothing can put me out

Roots keep me close to the dirt
They keep me from getting over my head
Buried out in the fields
Locked in a bear-proof box
This is where I left my heart
Home is here in Iowa
Yet it's out there too
My roots are in the dirt