As The Crow Flies - Hugh Coltman

I can’t sleep tonight though my bed is warm,

but it’s rushing like a storm,

All this city is reborn,

My friends in the street,

Their hearts are beating fast,

But I’m here in milky blue,

Making love to parts of you,

Nothing I can do to save you,

From the ravages of time,

Spent without you,

These telephone goodbyes,

Too, As The Crow Flies,

It’s just no good,

Do you think of me?

Dreams invade your mind,

As you’re doing your time,

For a crime that’s mostly mine,

And I know I don’t live the way I should,

Sleep the way I should when you’re not here,

It’s just no good,

And there’s nothing I can do to save you,

From the ravages of time,

Spent without you,

These telephone goodbyes,

Too, As The Crow Flies, (?)

It’s just no good, (8 times)

Mmmm,

Now tou tell me that your heart is in your shoes,

Cause the drag in your feet blues, (?)

And the telephone won’t do,

And there’s washing up to do,

Oh, oh, oh, no it’s not me, too.

Da, da da…