The Jayhawks - Tiny Arrows Lyrics
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Tiny Arrows
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What Are The Lyrics For Tiny Arrows By The Jayhawks?
Wandered through the desert
Looking for my way Under rocks and houses Snakes burn in the day Coyote is howling In the mountains far away Dusty winters Leave what's left behind There are no reasons To find what I call mine Fences mean nothing The sunrise disappears Sit and watch the river flow Try and touch the sky And I don't mind The sound of the song bird trying Follow what you can find Childhood washed away Where did it go? Where, where did it go? The wind is whistling Coats are buttoned high Funny people With nowhere left to hid The canyon caravan Rolls along Sit and watch the river flow Try and touch the sky And I don't mind The sound of the song bird trying Follow what you can find Childhood washed away Where did it go? Where, where did it go? Didn't know those tiny arrows Made of metal, pierced the heart Didn't know those tiny arrows Made of metal, pierced the heart I didn't know those tiny arrows Made of metal, pierced the heart Sit and watch the river flow Try and touch the sky And I don't mind The sound of the song bird trying Follow what you can find Childhood washed away Where did it go? Where, where did it go? Where, where did it go? |
Who Wrote Tiny Arrows By The Jayhawks?
Gary Louris, Gary Michael Louris, Mark John Olson
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What's The Duration Of The Tiny Arrows By The Jayhawks?The duration of Tiny Arrows is 5:52 minutes and seconds. |
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