Verse 1

Smog stained city lights,

Gun shots at mid nights.

Imma lil tired of it all,

I remember when I was small,

And the crickets sang me to sleep.

Buckle up, gonna take the leap.

Chorus

Trail of dust,

Worn out boots,

Go if you must,

Back to the roots.

Rugged tracks,

Miles on foot,

You're going back,

Back to the roots.

You're going back,

Back to the roots.

Verse 2

People and their masks,

Won't tells and don't asks.

Imma lil tired of them all,

Selfish morons within four walls.

Never dipped their feet in a creek.

Well I'm taking off for the week.

Chorus

Trail of dust,

Worn out boots,

Go if you must,

Back to the roots.

Rugged tracks,

Miles on foot,

You're going back,

Back to the roots.

You're going back,

Back to the roots.

Bridge

Disappear in the country side.

Grab a bear, watch the game, roll-tide.

Ain't no cell phone gonna nag me now.

Ain't nobody gonna drag me back.

Chorus

Trail of dust,

Worn out boots,

Go if you must,

Back to the roots.

Rugged tracks,

Miles on foot,

You're going back,

Back to the roots.

You're going back,

Back to the roots.