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You are a bird and I am an old oak tree,
You're free to fly the sky while I am stuck on my knees...
You built your nest in me, placed your trust in me,
Rest your head, rest your wings...
But opportunity flew you away from me and left me here on my own...
I wonder if you ever will fly home...
I love my home, it's all I know,
My roots run deep under these broken roads...
This damn city has been my family,
And I'll be damned if I should up and leave...
But still I wonder if I should uproot and go...
Stuck in this dirt, my roots are veins for the earth,
And I'll raise my branches high with pride for all the things that I've earned...
And I can't walk away, it seems I'm here to stay to sort through this on my own,
Your obligation, no communication, oh, you're serving our nation's home...
Oh pretty bird, well have you heard the news?
I love my home, it's all I know,
My roots run deep under these broken roads...
This damn city has been my family,
And I'll be damned if I should up and leave...
Funny how sometimes life makes you choose,
If I go or stay, well, either way I lose...
Have you found somewhere new to rest your head?
Should I wait for you or find someone new instead?
I love my home, it's all I know,
My roots run deep under these broken roads...
This damn city has been my family,
But shit, who knows?
Maybe you're my family, too...
I don't know what to do...