Cry, Cry, Crow

In the morning I buckle my shoes like a pilgrim
And make my way to the highway
In the silhouette of silos
Cry cry crow

I love you more than you'll ever know dear
Before I was born I could hear you
Calling my name from far away
Cry cry crow

In the distance all the way from Iowa
The city glows like a beating
Heart upon the table
Cry cry crow

In the dome-light wherever you are going
The hourglass your holding
Is filled with falling snow
Cry cry crow