Matt Wheatley - Roots Lyrics

I'm not myself, I'm unwell but I'm hanging on
Stumbling forward
To a chapter unknown
Blue line downtown think I'll see how far it goes
My skin touching strangers
Can they feel my low?
The tread on these wheels they are weathered
But I ain't seen rain since the spring
The leaves have new colors but I'm still afraid to change
Just need some roots to call home
Storm chaser, hell raiser, I still remember it all
But when did we grow up?
And why the hell haven't you called?
Blink and you'll miss, a kid with a kid growing older
Still taking back roads to find where I belong
The tread on these wheels they are weathered
But I ain't seen rain since the spring
The leaves have new colors but I'm still afraid to change
Eyes wide I drawl down this highway
Millions of miles to go
I'll ride til the hood hits the pavement
For a place of my own
Just need some roots to call home
Just need some roots to call home
Just need some roots to call home
Just need some roots to call home