Funeral for a Friend - The Great Wide Open lyrics

Spitting from the bridges
Like a bird perched on a branch
I'm wilting like a tree
That will never let me breathe

Soul soldier with your gun held high
Where does the crow fly?
Soul soldier with your gun held high
Will you follow it home?

For the road that we walk
Has more miles left to talk
Stories on and on we go
Into the great wide open

No it never came back to break me
The way it broke it down
Spitting from the bridges
While the trees give a soft
Sigh to the ground

Soul soldier with your flag held high
Where does the crow fly?
Soul soldier with your flag held high
Will you follow it home?

For the road that we walk
Has more miles left to talk
Stories on and on we go
Into the great wide open

For the road that we walk
Has more miles left to talk
Stories on and on we go
Into the great wide open
Into the great wide open

The rush of the flood
Sends the blood, to my head
The rush of the flood
Sends the blood, to my head

Soul soldier with your flag held high
Where does the crow fly?
Soul soldier with your flag held high
Will you follow it home?

The rush of the flood
Sends the blood, to my head
The rush of the flood
Sends the blood, to my head

Climb out, climb out
(woah) , climb out, climb out (woah)
Climb out, climb out (woah) , over me
Climb out, climb out
(woah) , climb out, climb out (woah)
Climb out, climb out (woah) , over me

Into the great wide open