Native son

Mount up, move on May you find the way back home Down and down we go Down into bright October Brothers in arms no more Now that the war is over Have you waded in and been to hell Will you lie upon the...

I am an apple tree, covered up in your leaves And no one else can feel my skin Your head's a burning cloud, that never lets it out, Until the desert cries your name But now, my hands are the words in...

Yeah its on the street It's under your feet It's everywhere But if you're looking for free Don't look at me My enemy became my country On the run, officer put down the gun Native son, I never wanted...