There´s a murder of crows,
Flying high over head,
On this desolate road,
Well I tend to forget,
About you and I,
And I´ll fight to survive
Through this thunderous life.
When we´re not side by side.

I´m roaming through the hills,
All alone,
I´m trying to find my direction home,
A question of space,
A matter of time,
I follow the stars until the first light.

I don´t know what drugs to take,
To successfully alter the state,
That my mind has been in as of late,
Something is eating away at my brain,
There´s an elephant in the back of the room,
And it´s standing in plain view,
Everyone can see,
That it looks just like me.

I´m roaming through the hills.
All alone,
I´m trying to find my direction home,
A question of space,
A matter of time,
I follow the stars until the first light.

I will not call this road home,
Though it is all I know,
I will not call this road home,
Though it is all I know.

I´m roaming through the hills.
All alone,
I´m trying to find my direction home,
A question of space,
A matter of time,
I follow the stars until the first light.