by tyler stenson © 2010 — ASCAP
I blew all the way down to Arizona
Then, like a leaf, I settled down into Rome
And somewhere in between me and Barcelona,
I heard the rush of the wind calling Home.
I could see seven miles into the distance
Before the earth began its curve out of site
And I leaned to the wind to feel a resistance;
To let me know I’m not a bird- I don’t fly.
I won’t take my time or circle ’round
Or weave my way through busy towns
Cause I could get lost if I missed a sign.
I’ll take the shortest path between you and I
And cut right through in a perfect line
And come to you as the crow flies.
From where I stand my Home is like a middle daughter-
Just a dot, on a map, of a world
And I’m reminded wheels don’t roll on water
So, tell me lies- tell me I am a bird.
I won’t take my time or circle ’round
Or weave my way through busy towns
Cause I could get lost if I missed a sign.
I’ll take the shortest path between you and I
And cut right through in a perfect line
And come to you as the crow flies.
I will come to you as the crow flies.