Letras
My roots are now written in these foreign lands
And I hung up my wings for these hands
As I stood by the road with my thumb again
Saw her feathers were soaked with the rain
She nested with me a while
And I could see
My flying days might not be done
Well, I keep getting older but I'm still none the wiser
To the hows and the whys in my head
She got her claws deep in me, in my soul
And I pushed her away, let her go
Now I can't get the Andes off of my mind today
As I stand by the road with my thumb and guess
She's still free like a bird o' the mountain
And with me she won't build a nest
Well I keep getting older but I'm still none the wiser
To the hows and the whys in my head
No I can't get the Andes off of my mind again
As I stand by the road in the rain