Meet you by the roots of the tree with my blue Lamborghini
It's the one that you let me have
There must be something wrong with it
By the roots of the tree with my blue Lamborghini
It's the only one I ever had
And I'm still hanging on to it
Rolling our cars
Looking for a place to park
That's all we do
Parking cars on roots
Sitting in the sand in the shade, oh, it feels far away
The kids over on the swings
Sound like seagulls on the wind
Reverent hours spent in a magical place
I hope you don't mind me lots
You did give me a Matchbox
I know these roots
Stretch beneath us underground
Almost touching the next tree
They are family
Even if they don't make a sound
Still have my car
Sand all in the tires
Won't roll anywhere
But it takes me right back to there
Takes me right back to you
Meet you over by the roots
Artist: The 69 Eyes
Artist: The Supremes