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The Call
(Cy Coben)
How does a homing pigeon know his way back home alone to roost
A root that he has never ever flown
Is it because his mate is waiting there that makes him beat his golden wings
Against the air until he's home
But he must go where his heart tells him
There is nothing else that he can do
He's heard a call, a comeback call
The call that always brings me back to you.
It's nature's way and the need is strong
It's the need to be in the place where you belong.
What is the drive that drives a Salmon on to spawn her eggs alone
The rivers and the streams where she was born.
She fights the rapids and she scorn the rats and snakes that drag her down
And leave her braceful silver body torn.
But she must go where her heart tells her
There is nothing else that she can do
She's heard a call a comeback call
The call that always brings me back to you.
It's nature's way and the need is strong
It's the need to be in the place where you belong.
Sometimes I say I'll stay away from you to see if I can break
The magic spell that binds me to your side
Then nighttime falls and something calls and like a swallow heading back
I must run onto your arms I'll fly,
'Cause I must go where my heart tells me
There is nothing else that I can do
I've heard a call, a comeback call
The call that always brings me back to you...
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The call that always brings me back to you...
I've heard a call, a comeback call
There is nothing else that I can do
'Cause I must go where my heart tells me
I must run onto your arms I'll fly,
Then nighttime falls and something calls and like a swallow heading back
The magic spell that binds me to your side
Sometimes I say I'll stay away from you to see if I can break
It's the need to be in the place where you belong.
It's nature's way and the need is strong
The call that always brings me back to you.
She's heard a call a comeback call
There is nothing else that she can do
But she must go where her heart tells her
And leave her braceful silver body torn.
She fights the rapids and she scorn the rats and snakes that drag her down
The rivers and the streams where she was born.
What is the drive that drives a Salmon on to spawn her eggs alone
It's the need to be in the place where you belong.
It's nature's way and the need is strong
The call that always brings me back to you.
He's heard a call, a comeback call
There is nothing else that he can do
But he must go where his heart tells him
Against the air until he's home
Is it because his mate is waiting there that makes him beat his golden wings
A root that he has never ever flown
How does a homing pigeon know his way back home alone to roost
(Cy Coben)
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