Crow Flies

On a clear day, I can see you from here

Almost reach out and touch you, you seem so near

Some things are further than they appear

Is it a matter of inches or a matter of miles

Is it a matter of minutes or hours or days since you smiled

It's not a matter of fact it's a matter of pride

But as the crow flies

It's such a straight line

I'd be there in no time

As the crow flies

The going ain't easy, the footing is bad

Ain't no points on the compass, ain't no lines on the map

And sometimes you wind up in the place you began

Nothing's familiar, nothing's to scale

You're losing the blazes as the light starts to fail

It's a dead reckoning on a cold trail

But as the crow flies

It's such a straight line

I'd be there in no time

As the crow flies

If i could spread my wings

If i could rise above

I'd ride the clear blue sky all the way to your love

As the crow flies