The Great Wide Open
(专辑: Tales Don't Tell Themselves - 2007)
Spitting from the
bridges, like a
bird perched on a
branch, I'm wilting like a
tree that will never let me breathe. Soul soldier with your gun held high, where does the
crow fly, soul soldier with your gun held high, will you follow it home. For the
road that we walk has more miles left to talk, stories on and on we go, into the
great wide open. No it never came back to break me, the
way it broke it down, spitting from the
bridges, while the
trees give a
soft sigh to the
ground. Soul sailor with your flag held high, where does the
crow fly, soul sailor with your flag held high, will you follow it home. For the
road that we walk has more miles left to talk, stories on and on we go, into the
great wide open. For the
road that we walk has more miles left to talk, stories on and on we go, into the
great wide open, into the
great wide open. The
rush of the
flood, sends the
blood, to my head, the
rush of the
flood, sends the
blood, to my head, Soul soldier with your gun held high, where does the
crow fly soul soldier with your gun held high, will you follow it home. The
rush of the
flood, sends the
blood, to my head, the
rush of the
flood, sends the
blood, to my head. Climb out, climb out (woah), climb out, climb out (woah), Climb out, climb out (woah), over me. Climb out, climb out (woah), climb out, climb out (woah), Climb out, climb out (woah), over me. Into the
great wide open.