Bones

Oh, if I were a bird, I'd whistle, I'd sing But I am a boy made of bones and not wings And yet someday I'm sure I'll fly And then only then will I know the sky And she calls me home Oh, one day I might go And she calls me home Oh, one day I might go And as the sky isn't mine, you'd think I'd love the land But I'll never love what I own, I'm a man I'm as stuck in my ways as a link in a chain Whilst my heart it is wild, my mind has grown tame And she calls me home Oh, one day I might go And she calls me home Oh, one day I might go Now your mind it has grown and you're no longer young Whilst you dream of the sky you forget where you're from And why would you hope for feathers or wings When your mind it is set on the solace of kings And she calls me home One day I might go And she calls me home Oh, one day I might go