The Family Tree: The Roots

I've got no need for open roads 'Cause all I own fits on my back I see the world from rusted trains And always know I won't be back 'Cause all my life Is wrapped up in today No past or future here If I find my name's no good I just fall out of line C

grandma's singing in the bedroom it's a near forgotten lullaby that she used to sing when I wasn't well father's outside chopping firewood like he did when he'd been drinking or when he and mom were at it again grandpa's rocking chair is rocking I ca

all the trees stood like skeletons silhouettes of spilled ink and the snows fell in sheets and got wrapped around our feet we built the fire evermore with winter beating at the door brother's eyes were getting heavier his bony hands cold and white an

A Pound of Flesh my feet plow on from light to dawn my empty belly and my body aches ain't hard to take next to the weight I carry in my chest a pound of flesh could never tip the scale that I've made I should have stayed, but I was never wise I hear