Bones

Oh If I were a bird I'd whistle I'd sing

But I am a boy made of Bones and not wings

And yet someday I'm sure I'll fly

And then only then will I know the sky

She calls me home

One day I might go

She calls me home

One day I might go

And as the sky isn’t mine, you’d think I’d love the land

But I’ll never love what I own I’m a man

I’m as stuck in my ways as a link in a chain

Whilst my heart it is wild, my mind has grown tame

She calls me home

One day I might go

She calls me home

One day I might go

Now your mind it has grown and your no longer young

Whilst you dream of the sky you forget where your from

And why would you hope for feathers or wings

When your mind it is set on the solice of kings

She calls me home

One day I might go

She calls me home

One day I might go