Root Systems

[Verse]
Born underwater in a month of fire
Born into hawthorn and tangled briar
A wild card from a hungry pack
A number on the front, a pattern on the back

[Verse]
Dirt in the furrows, patient and thick
Time curls at the turn of a pick
And life gathers in the wake of the plow
The line offers what the field will allow

[Chorus]
The root system stares down
Shoots defy and point up
Unreeling in an act of spite
Oh, I had a feeling that they might
I had a feeling that they might

[Chorus]
The root system stares down
Shoots defy and point up
Unreeling in an act of spite
Oh, I had a feeling that they might
I had a feeling that they might

[Verse]
Arms like axes at a great expense
Hymns in the pastures and penitence
The sweet glove on the agrarian hand
Carving prayers into a chaotic land

[Chorus]
The root system stares down
Shoots defy and point up
Unreeling in an act of spite
Oh, I had a feeling that they might
I had a feeling that they might