Blue Seeds Black Birds
Black birds fall down
And we ride on this road
The city from afar
Has turned into dust
Some things to remember
Some things to forget
The sweet taste of your love
The bitter taste of my tears
On this road now we ride
Away from this madness
Away from these black birds
Who seem to know my name
Who seem to be calling out my name
The radio is playing
An old country song
It Reminds me how lonesome I was
So lonesome that I’d cry
On this road now we ride
Away from this madness
Away from these black birds
Who seem to know my name
Who seem to be calling out my name
Echoes of my sorrow
Will keep me driving ‘til dawn
A quick look at your eyes
A deep blue sky
On this road now we ride
Away from these black birds
