The Great Wide Open - Funeral For A Friend

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

climb out

climb out

climb out

climb out

over me Climb out

climb out

ohh.

climb out

climb out

ohh.

climb out

climb out

over me into the great wide open