Meet you by the roots of the tree with my blue Lamborghini It's the one that you let me have There must be something wrong with it By the roots of the tree with my blue Lamborghini It's the only one I ever had And I'm still hanging on to it Rolling our cars Looking for a place to park That's all we do Parking cars on roots Sitting in the sand in the shade, oh, it feels far away The kids over on the swings Sound like seagulls on the wind Reverent hours spent in a magical place I hope you don't mind me lots You did give me a Matchbox I know these roots Stretch beneath us underground Almost touching the next tree They are family Even if they don't make a sound Still have my car Sand all in the tires Won't roll anywhere But it takes me right back to there Takes me right back to you Meet you over by the roots