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We carved our initials in the rough oak bark Before the world
grew wide, before the days grew dark
You went to the coast,
I moved to the hills But we
swore we'd return when the winter air chills
And we return to the roots in the ground
Where the noise of the city is a distant sound
Some places hold the people we never stop becoming
Even when our lives are running,
running
Ten years gone and your hair is spun with gray I've got
a desk in an office,
you have games to play
We only have an hour
before the train runs late But under these branches,
there's no hands on the clock face
And we return to the roots in the ground
Where the noise of the city is a distant sound
Some places hold the people we never stop becoming
Even when our lives are running,
running
This year we brought two pairs of smaller hands
To run beneath the leaves across the grassy lands
They laugh just like we did beneath the summer sky
Starting up a promise that will never
die
And we return to the roots in the ground
Where the noise of the city is a distant sound
Some places hold the people we never stop becoming
Even when our lives are running,
running (ooh-ooh-ooh)