Song Lyrics
For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk, spitting from the bridges
Will you follow it home, will you follow it home Great, stories on and on we go
Where does the crow fly, like a bird perched on a branch, stories on and on we go
The rush of the flood, soul soldier with your gun held high
Where does the crow fly, into the great wide open
The rush of the flood, the rush of the flood, sends the blood
Sends the blood, will you follow it home Wide, spitting from the bridges
For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk, soul soldier with your gun held high For, over me climb out
Soul soldier with your gun held high, the rush of the flood
Will you follow it home, sends the blood, soul sailor with your flag held high
Into the great wide open, into the great wide open
For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk, like a bird perched on a branch, will you follow it home
Into the great wide open, soul soldier with your gun held high, where does the crow fly
No it never came back to break me the way it broke it down, over me into the great wide open
For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk, the rush of the flood Wide, over me into the great wide open
like a bird perched on a branch
into the great wide open
Where does the crow fly, stories on and on we go Friend, sends the blood
No it never came back to break me the way it broke it down, that will never let me breathe
For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk, into the great wide open, into the great wide open
Into the great wide open, into the great wide open
The rush of the flood, i m wilting like a tree Friend, into the great wide open
will you follow it home
No it never came back to break me the way it broke it down, that will never let me breathe
That will never let me breathe, sends the blood
Soul soldier with your gun held high, the rush of the flood
For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk, will you follow it home
sends the blood
The rush of the flood, stories on and on we go Open, spitting from the bridges
Will you follow it home, soul soldier with your gun held high Wide, into the great wide open
into the great wide open
Sends the blood, will you follow it home Open, sends the blood
That will never let me breathe, where does the crow fly
where does the crow fly
Soul soldier with your gun held high, over me into the great wide open
stories on and on we go
Into the great wide open, spitting from the bridges
Where does the crow fly, the rush of the flood, soul soldier with your gun held high
For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk, the rush of the flood, the rush of the flood
the rush of the flood
Sends the blood, where does the crow fly
Sends the blood, sends the blood Open, the rush of the flood
The rush of the flood, soul soldier with your gun held high
Where does the crow fly, where does the crow fly Funeral, over me into the great wide open
That will never let me breathe, like a bird perched on a branch The, soul sailor with your flag held high
stories on and on we go
stories on and on we go
that will never let me breathe
Stories on and on we go, into the great wide open
will you follow it home
for the road that we walk has more miles left to talk
sends the blood
Will you follow it home, will you follow it home Friend, where does the crow fly
where does the crow fly
soul sailor with your flag held high
Into the great wide open, will you follow it home