In the end we will sit around the fire
Singing hymns 'til there's nothing left to do
But write our names upon the wall
In the end we'll lose it all

Now and then I still think about you darling
Remember when we would sit and watch the starlings
Stealing all our shiny things?
Pointy beaks and beating wings

And I wander on
Searching for the root of all good things
And I wander on

Have you learned all the music that I gave you?
I was so stern but there are things we're all a slave to
Always present, time and space
Yet our paths are hard to trace

We used to run all in circles 'round each other
It was kind of fun when we'd worry both our mothers
'Til it bit us in the ass
Laying bleeding in the grass

And I wander on
Searching for the root of all good things
And I wander on
Searching for the root of all good things
And I wander on
Searching for the root of all good