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There's a murder of crows,
Flying high over head,
On this desolate road,
Well I tend to forget,
About you and I,
And I'll fight to survive
Through this thunderous life.
When we're not side by side.
Iâm roaming through the hills,
All alone,
Iâm trying to find my direction home,
A question of space,
A matter of time,
I follow the stars until the first light.
I donât 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,
Thereâs an elephant in the back of the room,
And itâs standing in plain view,
Everyone can see,
That it looks just like me.
Iâm roaming through the hills.
All alone,
Iâm trying to find my direction home,
A question of space,
A matter of time,
I 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.
Iâm roaming through the hills.
All alone,
Iâm trying to find my direction home,
A question of space,
A matter of time,
I follow the stars until the first light.
- Album:
- If I Should Go Before You
- Nowhere, Texas (Single)
- The Hurry and the Harm
- Retrospective
- Sometimes
- Bring Me Your Love
- Borrowed Tunes II: A Tribute To Neil Young
- Little Hell
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Dine Alone, Vol. 3
- The Hurry and the Harm (Deluxe Album)
- The MySpace Transmissions
- Live At The Verge
- Dine Alone Digital 45: Volume 3
- Dine Alone, Vol. 1
- Live
- Lover Come Back
- Wasted Love
- Bluesfest 2016