Wounded Bird The Black Crowes

Off the tracks lost the rail
Trying to squeeze a little blood out a rusty nail
When you're thirsty, thirsty

Behind your eyes you feel the burn
As your down hill ride takes a solid turn
From the lonely, lonely

Now don't look back my wounded bird
There's nothing for you're here
Need no wings, just set your mind to fly

It's like it been a long time in an empty bed
In an empty room with an empty head
Full of nothing, nothing

And all you got left is your skin and your teeth
And the red in your eye, you're six feet deep
So get ready yeah

Now don't look back my wounded bird
There's nothing for you're here
Need no wings, just set your mind to fly, alright

The waiting is over
So let's roll in the clover
Time for a head full of stars