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