I want to fly home the way of the crow
Above the ribbon of river and roads that I know
To be flying and golden, hold on, and now we're moving along

I want to show you the way it could go
Above the mines and their promise of copper and coal
To be over horizon, hold on, and now we're out of the hole

These clouds will likely come loud
It's better if you hear them coming
They'll pour on you with a cosmic brew
And next, you'll be sure of nothing
And I'll be praying that you're out on a prairie
When your head feels heavy and stray
And old man trouble's out looking for a table
And it looks like he's coming your way
Here he comes, he's calling your name

I want to fly home the way of the crow
Above the ribbon of river and roads that I know
To be flying and golden, hold on, and now we're moving along

I want to show you the way it could go
Above the mines and their promise of copper and coal
To be over horizon, hold on, and now we're out of the hole