Danielle Doyle
ROOTS/WINGS


I went traveling the world
Like some heartbreaking, carnival girl
And I should have known then
When I met a man in some foreign land
Named me after a queen
And the roots that grown from the tallest sycamore tree

Chorus:
But I thought I had wings
Thought I could fly all the way to California but I
And oh, how they grow, and they grow, and they grow
So I guess I’m staying home
The Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria went sailing
But me I prefer to stay, right where I am
You show me a map and you tell me tales of a new world
But I’ll just trace the paths in the palm of your hands

Chorus:
But I thought I had wings
Thought I could fly all the way to California but I
I’ve got roots tied to the tips of my toes
And oh, how they grow, and they grow, and they grow
So I guess I’m staying home
So now I’ve gone away, and I start missing you
I’m pulling petals from daisies making wishes
that never come true
I spread my wings too far, I made it up too high
And you start wondering how a land-loving girl learned to fly

Chorus:
But I thought I had wings
Thought I could fly all the way to California but I
I’ve got roots tied to the tips of my toes
And oh, how they grow, and oh how they grow -
So I guess I’m staying home