Joe Lynn Turner Pictures Of Home
Somebodys shouting
Up at a mountain
Only my own words return
Nobodys up there
Its a deception
When will I ever learn?
Chorus:
Im alone here
With emptiness eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And whispering pictures of home
Wondering blindly
How can they find me
Maybe they dont even know
My body is shaking
Anticipating
The call of the black footed crow...
Chorus
Here in this prison
Of my own making
Year after day I have grown
Into a hero
But theres no worship
Where have they hidden my thrown...
Chorus
