I'm a cloud drifting by,
Dripping tears from the sky.
I'm a snail without a shell.
A leper with a golden bell.
I've got nowhere to go,
I'm a stray cat on the roam.
Choking on a chicken bone,
For a home sweet, no sweet home.
For a root, for a leaf, for a branch, for a tree,
For something, somebody, that reminded them of me.
Running with my roots pulled up,
Caught me cold so they could cut,
What there was left of love.
I'm rootless.
I'm rootless.
Work your fingers to the bone.
Building castles out of snow.
I'm a nomad walking on,
Humming to the same old song.
Lower case society,
Tied to no community.
A kingdom without a king,
With no sense of belonging.
For a root, for a leaf, for a branch, for a tree,
For something, somebody, that reminded them of me.
Running with my roots pulled up,
Caught me cold so they could cut,
What there was left of love.
I'm rootless.
I'm rootless.
Running with my roots pulled up,
So they could cut me free of love.
Running with my roots pulled up,
Caught me cold so they could cut,
What there was left of love.
I'm rootless.
I'm rootless.
Dragging my roots through the snow.
No home sweet and no sweet home.
I've got nowhere to go,
I'm rootless.
I'm rootless.
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