Black Crow Black crow sittin' on a red roof house on the hill Old yellow truck in the driveway Got some miles on her still Out front the pavement's buckled Where the roots have taken hold To the south past the mountain A glory to behold Down on the lake Countless boats are sailing Up on the shoreline A single figure runs And off in the distance The cascades rise Firing back in gold By the setting sun Instrumental Up north lies Alaska Our last true frontier Out west lies the ocean And limbics so near Back east lies madness Say what you will Say I'm a maniac Singing on the hill Out on the road We tell all the turkeys Yes it's always raining And the sun never shines But all the natives know When the mountain lifts her skirts The view from home Will flat out melt your mind Black crow sittin' on a red roof house on the hill Old yellow truck in the driveway Got some miles on her still Out front the pavement's buckled Where the roots have taken hold To the south past the mountain A glory to behold To the south past the mountain A glory to behold