C
You can walk in the pine trees
G
You can sit down
Am                             G
You can hold the earth in your hands

C
You can run from all this
G
You can go the long way
Am                                    G 
You can carry my weight the whole way down

       F          Am
As the crow flies straight
C               G
Holds me in his gaze
      F            Am
As he rises to his fate
C             G
We can do the same

F                            Am
I try not to visualize other people's eyes
                      G         
And their compromising ways
F          
And as I leave them far behind
  Am                          G
I try to hide the route of my escape


(Plays D by sliding C shape up two frets)


C
You can sit in the pine trees
G
You can feel at home
Am                                       G
You can breathe a sigh of silence in the woods
C
You can bawl your heart out
G
Make your feelings known
Am                       G
Things the grass already knows

F                  Am
As the crow flies straight
C                G
Holds me in his gaze
    F             Am
As he rises to his fate
C             G
We can do the same

F                            Am
I try not to visualize other people's eyes
                       G
And their compromising ways
F                   
And as I leave them far behind
Am                             G
I try to hide the route of my escape