Dane Hillard - Roots lyrics

In the end we will sit around the fire Singing hymns 'til there's nothing left to do But write our names upon the wall In the end we'll lose it all Now and then I still think about you darling Remember when we would sit and watch the starlings Stealing all our shiny things? Pointy beaks and beating wings [Chorus] And I wander on Searching for the root of all good things And I wander on Have you learned all the music that I gave you? I was so stern but there are things we're all a slave to Always present, time and space Yet our paths are hard to trace We used to run all in circles 'round each other It was kind of fun when we'd worry both our mothers 'Til it bit us in the a** Laying bleeding in the gra** [Chorus] And I wander on Searching for the root of all good things And I wander on Searching for the root of all good things And I wander on Searching for the root of all good