There’s a murder of crows flying high over head on this desolate road
well I tend to forget about you and I and our fight to survive
through this thunderous life, when we’re not side by side
I’m roaming through the hills all alone,
I’m trying to find my direction home
A question of space, a matter of time
I’ll follow the stars until the first light
I don’t know what drugs to take to successfully alter the state
that my mind has been in as of late, something is eating away at my brain
There’s an elephant in the back of the room and it’s standing in plain view
Everyone can see, that it looks just like me
I’m roaming through the hills all alone,
I’m trying to find my direction home
A question of space, a matter of time
I’ll follow the stars until the first light
I will not call this road home, though it is all I know
I will not call this road home, though it is all I know
I’m roaming through the hills all alone,
I’m trying to find my direction home
A question of space, a matter of time
I’ll follow the stars until the first light
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