Black Crow
Diana Krall Lyrics

There's a crow flying
The artist sees a crow flying.

Dark and ragged
The crow is dark and appears to be mangled.

Tree to tree
The crow is moving from one tree to another.

He's black as the highway that's leading me
The crow is as black as the artist's journey ahead.

Now he's diving down
The crow quickly descends.

To pick up on something shiny
The crow is searching for something that shines or catches its eye.

I feel like that black crow
The artist identifies with the crow.

Flying
The crow and artist are flying.

In a blue sky
The sky is blue.

I took a ferry to the highway
The artist took a ferry to reach the highway.

Then I drove to a pontoon plane
The artist drove to the pontoon plane.

I took a plane to a taxi
The artist took a plane to reach a taxi.

And a taxi to a train
The artist took a taxi to reach a train.

I've been traveling so long
The artist has been traveling for a long time.

How am I ever going to know my home
The artist questions how they'll recognize their home among all the unfamiliar places.

When I see it again
The artist anticipates seeing their home again.

I'm like a black crow flying
The artist identifies with the crow's flight and journey.

In a blue, blue sky
The sky remains blue.

In search of love and music
The artist is traveling to discover love and music.

My whole life has been
The artist's whole life has been consumed by this search.

Illumination
The search for love and music brings about insight and enlightenment.

Corruption
The journey can also be tainted by corruption and negativity.

Diving, diving, diving
The artist is constantly searching and diving deeply into their journey.

Diving down to pick up on every shiny thing
The artist is constantly on the lookout for every positive experience on their journey.

Just like that black crow flying
The artist sees themselves similar to the crow's journey and search.

I looked at the morning
The artist reflects on the morning.

After being up all night
The artist was up all night.

I looked at my haggard face in the bathroom light
The artist looks at their fatigued face in the light of a bathroom.

I looked out the window
The artist looks out of a window.

And I saw that ragged soul take flight
The artist sees the crow, a metaphor for themselves, continue its journey.

I saw a back crow flying
The artist sees the crow flying.

In a blue sky
The sky remains blue.

Oh, I'm like a black crow flying
The artist continues to identify with the crow.

In a blue sky
The sky remains blue.