It's getting awfully tight And I am tired of feeling this way And if I feel I feel what should I feel If birds don't fly straight Its too bad I carry it with me It is far too late to let it show Hues of night light down in the soft light And they call to me as they go asunder Six thirty-eight is too far away Last impressions stretched across a field Blowing this way And they'd tell me birds don't fly straight So I will carry it with me I will carry it with me to think about it Snow doesn't fall on the ocean A suicidal man doesn't hesitate Greater love has nothing to do with devotion And birds Birds don't fly straight And are you watching me from high above Did you lock me away in your heart And does that love struggle against you Is it, is it fighting against you And I am writing you a letter today It'll never come, it’ll never come if I am tired of feeling this way So I carry it with me I will carry it with me Carry it with me If you think about it Snow doesn't fall on the ocean A suicidal man doesn't hesitate Greater love has nothing to do with devotion And birds Birds don't fly straight Snow doesn't fall on the ocean And a suicidal man doesn't, he doesn’t hesitate Greater love has nothing to do with devotion And birds don’t fly straight