Garden Song

You could walk to the other side of this town
You could drive to the border of the sea
This place has everything from cars and bars, to magazines
And it never seems to be enough for the restless side of me

My roots are in my boots
And they're taking me along with them wherever they may go
We got thrusters all on full time to let myself be pulled
Ain’t a plot of land that I can call my home

You can sink to the bottom of a storm drain
Or a well in a yard of perfect green
I know sinking like I know swimming
I wasn't cut out for easy living
I'm gonna burn the biggest trail you and your friends have ever seen

My roots are in my boots
And they're taking me along with them wherever they may go
We got thrusters all on full time to let myself be pulled
Ain’t a plot of land that I can call my home away from home
Ain’t a plot of land that I can call my home

If I die before I get to heaven
I guess I will still be where I have been
What's a road for without a destination to move toward?
What's redemption for when you were born to walk the road of sin?

My roots are in my boots
And they're taking me along with them wherever they may go
We got thrusters all on full time to let myself be pulled
Ain’t a plot of land that I can call my home away from home
Ain’t a plot of land that I can call my home