As the crow flies baby, well I ain?t so far from you In a dream last night, where I heard you call my name Well you don?t know baby how I miss your sweet caress But since I don?t have wings, I can?t get home as fast as I want to Well I took it as an omen

I will always love you If I should stay Well, I would only be in your way And so I'll go, but yet I know That I'll think of you each step of my way And I will always love you Bitter-sweet memories That's all I have, and all I'm taking with me Good-bye,

Do we really know the way the wind blows? (Wind blows) Off in my head, lost off in my head Off in the red, dance, dance with the dead Are we really safe around our shadows? (Shadows) Through our windows Ooh, aw man, I can't believe this is happening (Ah

My mother said, to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song? I've heard a

Live like there's no tomorrow 'Cause all we have is here, right now The only chance that we ever found Believe in what we feel inside Believe and it will never die Love like it's all that we know Don't ever let this life pass us by And we can find a way

They ain’t seen the blood, sweat and tears it took to live their dreams When everything’s on the line No, it’s the ground we grew up on They think it’s a middle of nowhere place where we take it slow Aw, but they don’t know They call us a two lane just

Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling again If I could have it back All the time that we wasted I'd only waste it again You know I would love to waste it again Waste it again and again and again Well, I've got to ask Sometimes I can't

There were times we had it all I can't explain it away, it doesn't make any sense To know what it's like, I guess you gotta go through it I guess you gotta go through it, I guess you gotta go through it It doesn't matter, baby Loving you's a dirty job

Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome Even though you're tryin' to hold me back You don't get no mail you know I'm in jail Fare thee well, my brother, please don't stand in my way I'm goin' down to that dirty town no matter what you say You fooled me

I'mma smooth young nigga, Balmain's and Margiela's Bout a hundred thou on me, I'm hurting these suckas feelings What do you prove when you making 'em all jealous? I'm allergic to broke niggas 'cause all we know is get it, ayy I'm allergic to broke niggas