As the Crow Flies

I’m watching things that are better unseen
out of the window.
Look how the buildings rise, scratching the sky
and the people go crazy. People go crazy
but sure as the crow flies
I will still be your baby.
I’m thinking things that are better unsaid.
Though I get uptight,
I’d be the first to say «Everything's fine. It’s OK»
but it’s crazy. World has gone crazy,
but sure as the crow flies I will still be your baby.
Pure as the sunshine I will be your sweet baby.
All over the land we’re like
breathing the culture like gasoline.
The throwaway lives we lead
make it so hard to believe anything.
I’m thinking you are disturbingly kind,
though I don’t know why.
Your past is black as hell, dark as the night.
You were never a lady when you were my lady,
But sure as the crow flies I will still be your baby.
Pure as the sunshine I will be your sweet baby.
Sure as the crow flies I will still be your baby.