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"Like the Birds"

Some crooked hills and old coal towns
Are whipping by on the side
And I miss those farms on the old two-lane
Muddy pastures fractured signs
A few miles back I tuned out the radio
Just to let things roll
And on an empty stretch of 220 north
The birds are coming home

And you know we all migrate these days
Me I'm pulled back to a little place
Where she waits in the living room
With a wreath of worry round her face
And her hair's pulled loosely back
But locks crept out all akimbo
She leaves her love out on the table
Yeah like the birds I'm coming home

On an empty stretch of 220 north
The birds are coming home
She leaves her love out on the table
Yeah like the birds I'm coming home

She makes her oatmeal like her grandma
Who always used to wisely say
Take a breath at the very start 
And at the very end of every day
But can't catch the air sometimes
And I think about how I used to smoke
Old habits die hard and I want to run
Oh like the birds I'm coming home

On an empty stretch of 220 north
The birds are coming home
Old habits die hard and I want to run
Oh like the birds I'm coming home

On an empty stretch of 220 north
Life the birds I'm coming home
She leaves her love out on the table
Yeah like the birds I'm coming home
Old habits die hard and I want to run
Like the birds I'm coming home
But I know Like the birds
Soon I'll have to go

Like the Birds (Rough Mix)

Poor James (demo)

Dark of the Night (demo)

This is my take on the Leonard Cohen classic; enjoy

elliscallahan