You can walk in the pine trees You can sit down You can hold the earth in your hands
You can run from all this You can go the long way You can carry my weight the whole way down
As the crow flies straight Holds me in his gaze As he rises to his fate We can do the same
I try not to visualize other people's eyes And their compromising ways And as I leave them far behind I try to hide the route of my escape
You can sit in the pine trees You can sit alone You can breathe a sigh of silence in the woods You can bawl your heart out Make your feelings known Things the grass already knows
As the crow flies straight Holds me in his gaze As he rises to his fate We can do the same
I try not to visualize other people's eyes And their compromising ways And as I leave them far behind I try to hide the route of my escape
