Funeral for a Friend
Funeral for a Friend
Funeral for a Friend
Funeral for a Friend
Funeral for a Friend
Funeral for a Friend
Funeral for a Friend
Funeral for a Friend
Funeral for a Friend
Funeral for a Friend
Funeral for a Friend
Funeral for a Friend
[Verse 1]
Spitting from the bridges
Like a bird perched on a branch
I'm wilting like a tree
That will never let me breathe
[Pre-Chorus]
Soul soldier with your gun held high
Where does the crow fly?
Soul soldier with your gun held high
Will you follow it home?
[Chorus]
For the road that we walk
Has more miles left to talk
Stories on and on we go
Into the great wide open
[Verse 2]
No it never came back to break me
The way it broke it down
Spitting from the bridges
While the trees give a soft sigh to the ground
[Pre-Chorus]
Soul soldier with your flag held high
Where does the crow fly?
Soul soldier with your flag held high
Will you follow it home?
[Chorus]
For the road that we walk
Has more miles left to talk
Stories on and on we go
Into the great wide open
For the road that we walk
Has more miles left to talk
Stories on and on we go
Into the great wide open
Into the great wide open
[Bridge]
The rush of the flood
Sends the blood, to my head
The rush of the flood
Sends the blood, to my head
[Pre-Chorus]
Soul soldier with your flag held high
Where does the crow fly?
Soul soldier with your flag held high
Will you follow it home?
[Bridge]
The rush of the flood
Sends the blood, to my head
The rush of the flood
Sends the blood, to my head
Climb out, climb out (woah), climb out, climb out (woah)
Climb out, climb out (woah), over me
Climb out, climb out (woah), climb out, climb out (woah)
Climb out, climb out (woah), over me
[Outro]
Into the great wide open
The Great Wide Open was written by Funeral for a Friend.
The Great Wide Open was produced by Gil Norton.
Funeral for a Friend released The Great Wide Open on Mon May 14 2007.