Great Horned Owl - Grant-Lee Phillips

There’s a valley where you walk

A mountain where you dream

You’re my great horned owl

You fly in-between

What may come to pass

What is yet to be Appears to you in colors that

Others cannot see

When I’m fast asleep

You are on the prowl

And with your books and tape

You’re my great horned owl

See you in the dusk

Sun is almost down

You are rising for the hunt

You’re my great horned owl

You’re my great horned owl

You’re wrestling the years

Winds are bound to hell

Fear the storm that stays away

You’re my great horned owl

There’s a valley where you walk

A mountain where you dream

You’re my great horned owl

You fly in-between

You fly in-between

You fly in-between

You fly in-between