Элис Мертон - No roots

I like digging holes and hiding things inside them
When I 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
And a thousand times I've seen this road a thousand times
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground