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 gypsies in the night
I'll 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 gypsies 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 roots,
I've got no roots 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 roots, I've got no roots
I like standing still but that's just a wishful plan
Ask me where I came from,
I'll say a different land
But I've got memories and travel like gypsies 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 gypsies 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 roots,
I've got no roots 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 boots I've got no boots
I like digging holes hiding
things inside them when I grow old I won't forget to find them
I like digging holes hiding things
inside them when I grow old I won't
forget to find them I've got no boots but
my home was never on the ground I've got no
boots but my
home was never on the ground I've got no boots I've got no
I've got no boots but my home was never on the ground I've
got no boots but my home was never on the ground I've got no
boots I've got no boots