She kept the cardboard pieces

In a box made of twine

It shriveled and died

I guess the love was a lie

You can go it alone

When the sky turns to stone

Hammer and tong

Boulder and bone



She’s got roots

She’s got wings

She can fly

When she’s not strapped

To the root of his pride

There is a line

No one can find

She’s got roots

She’s got wings

And she’s gonna fly



Where should he take her

She’s so far away

The joker or the faker

And she’s in it to stay



His heart looks like an orange

When the blood leaves the day

Her bones are just tired

From the guilt

That she weighs



She’s got roots

She’s got wings

She can fly

When she’s not strapped

To the root of his pride

There is a line

No one can find

She’s got roots

She’s got wings

And she’s gonna fly