Fairchild Pt. 2 / Root System

With a heart of gold
A hand in your own
You want to know
How does it get loud
While you seek the sound of a quiet bound

Beauty

What's it to me?
It's all for show, but I wanna know it
I call upon Miss Fairchild
Running wild
Tethered not to thee, a kind and gentle tree
A prisoner to the earth round he

Woa!

The salted bow sent the arrow
To the mouth of the open road
That's where she did go
Mmm, for the sake of your runaway love
You may think it worn off

But it's all in the root system

With the ones you've lost
Your ma and pa
The aching loon and her wailing call
The current in the water, forest in the fall
The ones packing the boxes and deliverin them haul
Your doorstep and your front room and your hall
The floating of the clouds big ol cottonball
The business of business at all
The building and the falling of a wall
The givers and the takers (call it a draw!)
The makers and the singers of a song
The one that you know in your heart
The sickness and the sorrow and the sordid law

It's all in the root system
It's all in the root system



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Writer(s): Allison Rogers
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