Eric Bachmann

Little Bird - Eric Bachmann Along the crowded roads of ruin Among the throngs of old cliches A gentle bird of grace and beauty Came down to sing a sweet refrain Won't you fly away with me? Won't you fly away with me? She circled over through the even

Carrboro woman, won't you come with me There's some place I want to go And I don't want to go alone But what I want ain't what I need And something else you ought to know That if you come, you're on your own I'm no good at riding side by side I trave

Tenderly she lays on a pedestal I made Far beneath her I have come to watch her breathe Bust I must walk away 'cause I know that when she wakes From her dreams I'm not the one her heart will seek And what I cannot have I do not need So I won't be goi