A Feather's Not A Bird

I'm goin' down to Florence, gonna wear a pretty dress

I'll sit atop the magic wall with the voices in my head

Then I'll drive on through to Memphis, past the strongest shores

And on to Arkansas just to touch the crumbled soul

A feather's not a bird

The rain is not the sea

A stone is not a mountain

But a river runs through me

It's never any highway when you're lookin' for the past

The land becomes a memory and it happens way too fast

Yeah, the money's all in Nashville, lights inside my head

So I'm goin' down to Florence just to learn to love a the thread

A feather's not a bird

The rain is not the sea

A stone is not a mountain

But a river runs through me

I burned up seven lives and I used up all my charms

I took the long way home just to end up in your arms

That's why I'm goin' down to Florence, now I got my pretty dress

(Goin' down to Florence, got a pretty dress)

I'm gonna let the magic wall put the voices in my head

A feather's not a bird

The rain is not the sea

A stone is not a mountain

But a river runs through me

A feather's not a bird

The rain is not the sea

A stone is not a mountain

A feather's not a bird

The rain is not the sea

A stone is not a mountain

But a river runs through me