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

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 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 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 follow the stars until the first light

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Writer(s): Dallas John Green