“I’ve got no roots for my home was never on the ground…”
Occasionally, I work as a driver for a local contractor who temporarily had his driver’s license taken away. Sometimes, I scrape, paint, assist in repairing the roofing on small sheds, and do other light construction.
One day, as I was driving my contractor friend to the local building supply, this song came on the radio. As soon as we arrived, he got out of the truck, and I saw him go into the store, tears began to waterfall down my cheeks. This song touched me in ways that few ever do.
Sometimes, it means everything to feel understood…
I packed up and left “home” for the first time when I was nine years old. I won’t go into too much detail here because this post is all about the song and feeling understood, but I will eventually get my story out. Bear with me and enjoy the song!