Following Branches

Well I heard me a sound when I was just a child
Like the singing of angels, like the call of the wild
A distant destination was calling my name
Calling me to the family from whence I came
I wandered for years in search of this truth
I’ve been following branches down to the roots

I’ve been following branches
Down to the roots…

The older I get I run the clock backwards
From pop songs to folk songs I turn back the chapters
The baton that was passed from people to people
In joy and in hardships, and buildings with steeples
Looking for the keys to such enduring fruit
I’ve been following branches down to the roots

I’ve been following branches
Down to the roots…

Most of our days we’re living skin deep
Cut off from our hearts and halfway asleep
As if all we can see is all there must be
Like we’re not part of a much bigger family tree
But there’s a life in the depths that’s worth your pursuit
You better follow them branches down to the roots

You got to follow them branches
Down to the roots…