I like digging holes and hiding things insidethemWhen I grow old, I hope I won't forget tofind them'Cause I've got memories and travel likegypsies in the nightI build a home and wait for someone to tearit downThen pack it up in boxes, head for the nexttown running'Cause I've got memories and travel likegypsies in the nightAnd a thousand times I've seen this roadA thousand timesI've got no roots, but my home was never onthe groundI've got no roots, but my home was never onthe groundI've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ootsI've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ootsI've got no roots, but my home was never onthe groundI've got no roots, but my home was never onthe groundI've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ootsI've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ootsI like standing still, boy, that's just a wishfulplanAsk me where I come from, I'll say a different landBut I've got memories and travel like gypsiesin the nightI count gates and numbers, then play theguessing gameIt's just the place that changes, the rest isstill the sameBut I've got memories and travel like gypsiesin the nightAnd a thousand times I've seen this roadA thousand timesI've got no roots, but my home was never onthe groundI've got no roots, but my home was never onthe groundI've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ootsI've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ootsI've got no roots, but my home was never onthe groundI've got no roots, but my home was never onthe groundI've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ootsI've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ootsI like digging holesHiding things inside themWhen I grow oldI won't forget to find themI like digging holesHiding things inside them When I grow oldI won't forget to find themI've got no rootsNo rootsI've got no roots, but my home was never onthe groundI've got no roots, but my home was never onthe groundI've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ootsI've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ootsI've got no roots, but my home was never onthe groundI've got no roots, but my home was never onthe groundI've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ootsI've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ootsNo!
