Roots...

When the roots of the tree

Are as cold as can be

When the wind and the sea

Are the moth and the bee

When the rays of the sun

Lick your skin

With its tongue

And the grass with its green

And the grass with its green

And the shine with its sheen

And the shine with its sheen

And the trains with their tracks

And the spines with their backs

And your sway with its slow

And the wind with its blow

And your scream with its sound

I don't play rock and roll

And the people with their lungs

And the people with their paws

If the sky were a stone

Made of lips, made of bones

Count my teeth, keep the time

[This part is added when playing live]

I keep my time, i keep my time

I keep my time, i keep my time

I keep my time, and everybody knows

And everybody knows and everybody knows

That i, i keep my boots outside my pants

I keep my boots outside my pants

Cos i love to sing and dance with my boots outside my pants

I keep my boots outside of my pants

I keep my boots outside of my pants

You know i love to sing and dance! with my boots outside of my pants!