The roots go deep below 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 ribbons in this old underwood Step put of your dress and I'll wear you like a hood For a 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 ribbons in this old underwood Step put of your dress and I'll wear you like a hood For a hood is a home