When that bird fell from its nest
Me and my sister did our best
To feed it earth worms everyday
After school we watched it fly away
And I miss my mother, my old room and the sound of the rain
As it fell on the rooftops and ran along the drains
Sometimes it feels like an ocean that railway line
Sometimes it feels like we're living in darker times
I’m heading back home for a couple of days
And I can't imagine all that much has changed
See that town moves with the colour of the sky
There's a face I recognise as the crow flies
Well someones opened up a cafe on the river’s edge
"I would go there in the summer, rent some boats out" we said
Those kids grew up in the beat of the old bass drum
From son to father, from father back to son
That cat she used to run rings, always playing tricks on the dog
He'd be sitting in the kitchen, rolling around all covered in mud
Now they're buried in the garden in the shadow of the hawthorn tree
Farewell travelers may your souls always be free
Well we always get together this time of year
Always wish I could tell them what they're waiting to hear
But who said time moves in straight lines
At least I can say I tried as the crow flies
Me and my sister did our best
To feed it earth worms everyday
After school we watched it fly away
And I miss my mother, my old room and the sound of the rain
As it fell on the rooftops and ran along the drains
Sometimes it feels like an ocean that railway line
Sometimes it feels like we're living in darker times
I’m heading back home for a couple of days
And I can't imagine all that much has changed
See that town moves with the colour of the sky
There's a face I recognise as the crow flies
Well someones opened up a cafe on the river’s edge
"I would go there in the summer, rent some boats out" we said
Those kids grew up in the beat of the old bass drum
From son to father, from father back to son
That cat she used to run rings, always playing tricks on the dog
He'd be sitting in the kitchen, rolling around all covered in mud
Now they're buried in the garden in the shadow of the hawthorn tree
Farewell travelers may your souls always be free
Well we always get together this time of year
Always wish I could tell them what they're waiting to hear
But who said time moves in straight lines
At least I can say I tried as the crow flies
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