Roots Music Report

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Lyrics

When you're a kid a minute feels like it's forever,
You walk around always thinking something clever.
Then you hear a noise,
Your father's voice,
"Everyone in the car!"

We pile inside there is no room we're barely breathing,
The teasing starts and music stops and he is seethign.
A red face look, like a three inch book,
A half hour seems so far.
Sometimes have a funny way,
Of always feeling like yesterday.

When I close my eyes I see us sitting at the table,
The smiles begin to grow,
Now knowing what I know,
No better place on Earth than sitting at the table.
A moment to be thankful for you.

Driving down the road to our yearly destination,
We pulled up our heads spin with expectation.
When grandmother waved,
Our souls were saved,
Then a race to get through the door.
Once inside we could smell food warming,
We shed our coats and soon the greeting line is forming.
She looked in our eyes seeing bluer skies,
Hugs leaving us wanting more.

How can one person have such sway,
In how we celebrate every day.

When I close my eyes I see us sitting at the table,
The family face to face, all smirking saying grace.
No better place on Earth than sitting at the table,
A moment to be thankful for you.

And the moment mouths were full no words were said,
Lives like a blanket that keeps dancing thread by thread in my head.

The meal is over November light is fading,
Our bellies full we begin parading.
Eavn knife fork and plate knows the date,
When we wash them all by hand.

Headed home post celebration,
No one asking turn it up or change the station.
Time to sleep new memories to keep,
Someday we will understand.
I know the people place and when,
I would gladly go back again.

When I close my eyes I see us sitting at the table,
Each actor in their seat slow motion on repeat.
No better place on Earth than sitting at the table,
A moment to be thankful for you.

For you.