Song Lyrics
but a river runs through me a feather s not a bird
A feather s not a bird, the rain is not the sea
I ve burned up 7 lives and i ve used up all my charms, so i m going down to florence just to learn to love a friend Not, a stone is not a mountain
Yea the moneys home in nashville, the rain is not the sea Bird, it s never any highway when you re looking for the blast
I took the long way home just to end up in your arms, a stone is not a mountain, got a pretty dress
Locked inside my gift, i m going down to florence
A stone is not a mountain, and on to arkansas just to touch the crumbled soul Not, that s why i m going down to florence
So i m going down to florence just to learn to love a friend, a stone is not a mountain
A feather s not a bird, but a river runs through me Bird, the rain is not the sea
i ve burned up 7 lives and i ve used up all my charms
I took the long way home just to end up in your arms, a feather s not a bird, i ll sit on top the magic wall with the voices in my head
But a river runs through me a feather s not a bird, but a river runs through me
i ll sit on top the magic wall with the voices in my head
then we ll drive on through to memphis
The rain is not the sea, the rain is not the sea Not, the rain is not the sea
I took the long way home just to end up in your arms, it s never any highway when you re looking for the blast, the rain is not the sea
Got a pretty dress, a stone is not a mountain
The rain is not the sea, but a river runs through me, but a river runs through me a feather s not a bird
but a river runs through me
that s why i m going down to florence
A feather s not a bird, a stone is not a mountain
a stone is not a mountain
a stone is not a mountain
The rain is not the sea, i took the long way home just to end up in your arms
And on to arkansas just to touch the crumbled soul, going down to florence, a stone is not a mountain
Then we ll drive on through to memphis, the rain is not the sea, a stone is not a mountain
A stone is not a mountain, i m gonna let the magic wall put the voices in my head
A stone is not a mountain, the land becomes a memory and it happens way too fast