Swallow

The wind directs the swallow
And the swallow directs the wind
The rest will follow
But
We aint following
We aint following
We aint following
The Rest

It was a quiet morning
On a misty lake
The swallows lined up
For their take
Twisting, twirling, diving all around
They were sittin on the parallel powerlines
And they said to me

They said the wind directs the swallow
Aha, yes yes
They also said
Dont stay between the white lines

If you wanna go out just put your indicator on
Go down that mysterious gravel road
And fly high, fly high, fly high
And let the wind take you away, oh yeah

Thats right, thats right
Cause the wind directs the swallow
And the swallow directs the wind
Rest will follow
But we aint following
We aint following
We aint following
The Rest



Credits
Writer(s): Clyde Saniga
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