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
And I'm changing the ribbon, in this old Underwood
Well step out of your dress, and I'll wear you like a hood
For hood is a home, for someone who lives alone

I draw 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
And I'm changing the ribbon, in this old Underwood
Well step out of your dress, and I'll wear you like a hood
For hood is a home, for someone who lives alone