Spitting from the bridges   like a bird perched on a branch   i'm wilting like a tree   that will never let me breathe      Soul soldier with your gun held high   where does the crow fly   soul soldier with your gun held high   will you follow it home      For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk   stories on and on we go   into the great wide open      No it never came back to break me   the way it broke it down   spitting from the bridges   while the trees give a soft sigh to the ground      Soul sailor with your flag held high   where does the crow fly   soul sailor with your flag held high   will you follow it home      For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk   stories on and on we go   into the great wide open      For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk   stories on and on we go   into the great wide open   into the great wide open      The rush of the flood   sends the blood   to my head      The rush of the flood   sends the blood   to my head      Soul soldier with your gun held high   where does the crow fly   soul soldier with your gun held high   will you follow it home      The rush of the flood   sends the blood   to my head      The rush of the flood   sends the blood   to my head      Climb out   climb out   climb out   climb out   climb out   climb out   over me      Climb out   climb out   ohh..   climb out   climb out   ohh..   climb out   climb out   over me   into the great wide open