The roots are deep below the ground
I like to walk with you in the evening
Up the hill and back down
I watch the mailboat from the clearing

My mind is so confused
I climb back on top of you
I'm changing the ribbon in this old underwood
Step out of your dress and i'll wear you like a hood
For a hood is a home
For someone who lives alone

I drew a line from A to B and what happens in between
It is an open mystery as far as I can see

My mind is so confused
I climb back on top of you
I'm changing the ribbon in this old underwood
Step out of your dress and i'll wear you like a hood
For a hood is a home
For someone who lives alone