A Feather's Not a Bird

I'm going down to Florence, gonna wear a pretty dress I'll sit atop the magic wall with the voices in my head Then we'll drive on through to Memphis, past the strongest shoals And on to Arkansas just to touch the gumbo 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 looking for the past The land becomes a memory and it happens way too fast Yeah, the money's all in Nashville, the light's inside my head So I'm going down to Florence just to learn to love 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've burned up 7 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 going down to Florence, now I got my pretty dress (Going 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