The Great Wide Open Lyrics - 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 breath 

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 

Spiting from the bridges 

While the tree gives 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 

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, ohh 

Climb out, climb out, ohh 

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