As The Crow Flies

Driving by myself it's 8 o'clock

I wonder where I am

she's waiting by the door

it's gettting late, it's getting cold again

the birds and my inhibitions

will find shelter for tonight

In the firey autumn forest trees

that even though i cannot see

will burn and burn all through the night[s]

burn and turn the dark to light

opening a way to love-

the longest distance between

As the crow flies

as the crow flies

Waiting for a train it's saturday

we're hand in hand again

waiting for the pain it's one more day

it's one more night to win

Chicago waiting paitiently

and we're beginning to see

The soul amidst the architecture

spinning 'round as we conjecture

heaven is a story away

the city is ours

tomorrow as far

the buildings as high

Aas the crow flies

Standing by on the ground

I look up

to the sky

all these questions of life

and of loving

arise

if you'll lead me I'll go

to the fire

tell me why

I'm afraid to burn

I'm so afraid to learn

Driving by myself it's 8 o'clock [pm]

I'm going home again

she's crying in her room we're all alone

we're on the phone again

trying to make some sense of

make some sense of all this pain

As the crow flies

Standing by on the ground

I look up

to the sky

as all these questions of life

and of loving

arise

if you'll lead me I'll go

to the fire

tell me why

I'm afraid to burn

I'm so afraid to learn

As the crow flies

crow flies

Standing by on the ground

we look up

to the sky

as all these questions of life

and of loving

arise

if you'll lead me I'll go

to the fire

tell me why

we're so afraid to burn

tell me why we're so afraid to learn

Driving by myself it's 8 o'clock I'm all alone again