Black crow calling from a telephone pole, down an old road,
Miles from the city lights.
Black crow, why don't you fly on home tonight?
There's a drop of red on a barbed wire fence,
And a rag blowing in the wind.
That night, you know she never said where she was going....
Well,
The world keeps turning, and blood keeps pumping
Even if it runs cold.
And the eyes of the night are grinning through the flames
As the scene unfolds.
Sometimes there's just nothing left to say.
And Lord knows, we didn't want to see it go down this way...
But Money can break you, Money can take a piece of your soul,
Leave you hollow and thin...
Black crow, why don't you stay awhile and listen?
It was shiny as a nickel and cold as the dead
On a shelf in the closet.
And no, she never said where she got it.....
The stars keep blinking and your mind keeps sinking into dark dreams.
And the signs keep showing but there's no way of knowing what they all mean.
Angel, don't weep for the cruelty of these sins,
We both know there are just some things that can't be forgiven.
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