by David Miller

Suddenly everything in life was different.

There was no melody to be heard,

or lyrical.

Only two mimes dancing

 rhythmically underneath a clock.

Only gesture, expression, and movement

cradle 2 separate soundtracks.

and 1 another.

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I like digging holes and hiding things inside them
When I grow old, I hope I won’t forget to find them
‘Cause I’ve got memories and travel like nomads in the night

I build a home and wait for someone to tear it down
Then pack it up in boxes, head for the next town running
‘Cause I’ve got memories and travel like nomads in the night

And a thousand times I’ve seen this road
A thousand times

I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I’ve got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I’ve got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots

I like standing still, boy, that’s just a wishful plan
Ask me where I come from, I’ll say a different land
But I’ve got memories and travel like nomads in the night

I count gates and numbers, then play the guessing game
It’s just the place that changes, the rest is still the same
But I’ve got memories and travel like nomads in the night

And a thousand times I’ve seen this road
A thousand times

I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I’ve got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I’ve got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots

Source: Musixmatch