Funeral for a Friend - The Great Wide Open lyrics
[Funeral for a Friend - The Great Wide Open lyrics]
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
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