I blew all the way down to Arizona Then, like a leaf, I settled down into Rome And somewhere in between me and Barcelona, I heard the rush of the wind calling Home. I could see seven miles into the distance Before the earth began its curve out of site And I leaned to the wind to feel a resistance; To let me know I'm not a bird- I don't fly. I won't take my time or circle 'round Or weave my way through busy towns Cause I could get lost if I missed a sign. I'll take the shortest path between you and I And cut right through in a perfect line And come to you as the crow flies. From where I stand my Home is like a middle daughter- Just a dot, on a map, of a world And I'm reminded wheels don't roll on water So, tell me lies- tell me I am a bird. I won't take my time or circle 'round Or weave my way through busy towns Cause I could get lost if I missed a sign. I'll take the shortest path between you and I And cut right through in a perfect line And come to you as the crow flies. I will come to you as the crow flies.