“A Ugandan praise song that tells the story of Moses, a man from Uganda, the site of the Lake Victoria, the source of the River Nile, who worked as a security guard at my secondary school in Qatar. After leaving his home and his heart to earn a living in the high-developing Arab nation, he went on to become a great friend of mine and the one who taught me the strong value of maintaining a smile no matter what worries may crowd your mind.”
I like digging holes and hiding things inside them When I’ll grow old, I hope I won’t forget to find them ‘Cause I’ve got memories and travel like gypsies in the night
I build a home and wait for someone to tear it down Then pack it up in boxes, head for the next town running ‘Cause I’ve got memories and travel like gypsies in the night
And a thousand times I’ve seen this road A thousand times
Chorus
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
Verse Two
I like standing still, but that’s just a wishful plan Ask me where I come from, I’ll say a different land But I’ve got memories and travel like gypsies in the night
I count gates and numbers, then play the guessing game It’s just the place that changes, the rest is still the same But I’ve got memories and travel like gypsies in the night
And a thousand times I’ve seen this road A thousand times
Chorus
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
Ending
I like digging holes Hiding things inside them When I’ll grow old I won’t forget to find them
I like digging holes Hiding things inside them When I’ll grow old I won’t forget to find them
I’ve got no roots No roots
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
Well Momma and Daddy were missionaries took us to places sort of strange and scary (like the United States) but Daddy said it was all necessary and Daddy never lies. (except when he was in front of a whole group of people at a church…)
We drove a million miles in a rusty van from the great white North to the southern lands I lost my mittens so my Momma put socks on my hands so cold I thought I’d die.
But I’m an MK; I wouldn’t trade it. Through everything that came we always made it. Yes, I’m an MK; I’m glad it’s true. And you can tell your folks you want to be an MK too.
Well I was raised in the jungles of the Amazon and I’ve driven in Europe on the Autobahn and I’ve been up and down the alleys of old Hong Kong and I’ve seen the snow in Nome.
I’ve seen snakes eat people and people eat snakes I’ve even seen people eat monkey steaks but the strangest things of all are back in the States, in the place my folks call home.
‘Cause I’m an MK; I wouldn’t trade it. If there’s any better life I couldn’t name it. Yes, I’m an MK; I’m glad it’s true. And you can tell your folks you want to be an MK too.
It doesn’t matter that I never owned a new car, I never did miss being a football star I’ve been living in a world that’s bigger by far than most folks ever know.
Well I can parle French and hable Espanol, you would be surprised at the various things that I know and there’s not a place in the world that I would not go if the Lord has sent me there.
‘Cause I’m an MK; I wouldn’t trade it. If there’s any better life I couldn’t name it. Yes, I’m an MK; I’m glad it’s true. And you can tell your folks you want to be an MK too.
Is it true? You can’t answer the question “where are you from?” You speak two languages but can’t spell either one You have a passport but no driver’s license And now you’re wondering how that last one was wrong
You’re an MK, this is your life It’s not easy, but it’s all right In fact it’s better and you Wouldn’t trade it for anything
MKs are a race without color, without culture. The only thing we have in common is that we have nothing in common at all.
Is it true? Your life story includes “then we went to” at least five times Complete strangers say they knew you when you were “this tall” National Geographic only makes you homesick But you don’t really know where home is at all.
You’re an MK, this is your life It’s not easy, but it’s all right In fact it’s better and you Wouldn’t trade it for anything
MKs are a race without color, without culture. The only thing we have in common is that we have nothing in common at all.
Is it true? All you want for Christmas is a box of pop tarts You know what REAL coffee tastes like and it’s not like Starbucks Your parent’s siblings are like strangers to you but You have fifty or sixty aunts and uncles who love you
Is it true? You know the difference between 110 and 220 volts You spent a fifth of your life in an airport You go to a church you’ve never been in before And you see your picture on the bulletin board.
You’re an MK, this is your life It’s not easy, but it’s all right In fact it’s better and you Wouldn’t trade it for anything
MKs are a race without color, without culture. The only thing we have in common is that we have nothing in common at all.
Some days I barely feel alive They ask me how I am But there’s not much going on inside So I say I’m fine I guess I’m alright Cuz I’m not crying but I’m up all night
And there’s no rain and there’s no sun And I could never love someone Cuz all I am is numb Coming undone And falling through this neutral room This neutral room
There’s no ups but there’s no downs I’m washing all the colors out And no one comes inside this house the way that they used to All I am is empty space But there’s no room inside this place To let anymore hearts through
I’ll just play it safe in my neutral room
Outside life spins faster They’re lost in their laughter And things just keep on moving the way that they do While I stand still In this neutral room
And there’s no rain and there’s no sun And I will never love someone And there’s no sun and there’s no rain And I refuse to feel the pain I do In my neutral room
And there’s no rain and there’s no sun But I won’t ever lose someone And I refuse to feel the love I do In this neutral room
There’s no ups and there’s no downs This empty house is home for now Come and pull it down I’m begging you
