The past is always tense, the future perfect.

The future's another country, man... And I still ain't got a passport.

In a vision, Irie has seen a time, a time not far from now, when roots won’t matter any more because they can’t because they mustn’t because they’re too long and they’re too tortuous and they’re just buried too damn deep. She looks forward to it.

It is simply that if you are to throw over an old order, you must be sure that you can offer something of substance to replace it." (Просто, якщо вже ви зібрались скидати старий порядок, мусите бути певні, що у вас є щось вагоме, щобзамінити його.")