Blind Pilot Follow

That morning sky gave me a look
So i left while you were sleeping
thats all it took
and i chalked a line south down the coast
going where my thirst was open
for the things that i dont know
going where i wasnt paying
for the hurt that i owe
one half moon sleeping by the creeks
and a woman put me under
her barn roof for a week
i knew her voice before she spake
i saw a grave dug by a preacher
just to see what it would make

so hold high have faith your reasons
(or youll never get on)
dont you forget you come from nothing
(or youll never get on)
that wind is calling my name
i wont wait or ill never get on

its not hard to live like a ghost
i just haunt all that ive wanted
and leave what i dont
i dreamt a trail up to the sky
and my brothers built propellers
just to see how far theyd fly

so hold high have faith your reasons
(or youll never get on)
your flashing sparrows chasing with them
dont you forget you come from nothing
(or youll never get on)
that wind is calling my name