The Shadow Of A Black Crow - Melissa Etheridge

I am levitating somewhere down the road

With a price on my head and the shadow of a black crow

He’s been on my tail for close to three days

Just a little souvenir of my wicked ways

I would rather die fast than to ever live slow

Father forgive me what my mother don’t know

The scratch marks on my soul

From the shadow of a black crow

I’ve got a box of reds and a bottle of the blues

Comes a time in your life honey you’ve gotta choose

My belly’s on fire from the acid of the truth

All the untold lies of my misspent youth

It’s pretty when you’re young just a pity when you’re old, yeah

Am I running away or am I closer to home

The lines and the signs and the miles go by

No one ever bothered to even ask me why

So I am disappearing into this road

With a six pack of sorrow and the shadow of a black crow

I would rather die fast than to ever live slow

Father forgive me what my mother don’t know

The scratch marks on my soul