It must be nice to be a crow

See the murder flying by Twisting playfully

(Playfully twisting on their own)

swinging by While they flirt in the sky

Being chased down by evermore

While they fly in my eyes

Cause baby why oh why, do you have to cry

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I wish I were a corvid floating freely

It’s all about the freedom and my watchful gazing eyes

It isn’t about their screeching caws

Or the memories we’ve had

It’s just a wistful dream

And you’ll surely see

It must be nice to fly

Playing in the sky

Playing tricks on you’re family and crying when they die

Cause baby you’re the one

That’s been so good to me

And I’m the one who you’ll see

Dreaming about the sky

Cause baby you and I

Are trying on our own

I could be a crow

And watch you to and fro

I wish that you could see me

Flying in the storm

Turbulent weather won’t bother me

Cause baby I’ve got places to be

And you are the epitome of what I’d like see

Drop me down-as I sink deep-I’ll learn to fly or learn to fall