(M & J Schaub)

Grey as the heron’s feathers
Grey as a foggy night
Grey is the solemn backdrop
To our sorry attempts of life

Wet as the morning dew drops
Wet as a rainy street
Wet is the tear I’m wiping
Gently off of my true love’s cheek

Fifty miles as the crow flies
Over rooftops and mountains high
Gonna find me a paradise
Fifty miles away as the crow flies

Find me a place of refuge
Find me a place to fall
Find me a bed to sleep in
Some white linen and four blue walls

Fifty miles…

Silently I close the door and smell the night around me
Going to a place where nothing in my past will ever find me
By tomorrow I’m long gone

Fifty miles…