hope the high road

i used to think that this was my town

what a stupid thing to think

i hear you're fighting off a breakdown

i myself am on the brink

i used to want to be a real man

i don't know what that even means

now i just want you in my arms again

and we can search each other's dreams

i know you're tired

and you ain't sleeping well

uninspired

and likely mad as hell

but wherever you are

i hope the high road leads you home again

i heard enough of the white man's blues

i've sang enough about myself

so if you're looking for some bad news

you can find it somewhere else

last year was a son of a bitch

for nearly everyone we know

but i ain't fighting with you down in a ditch

i'll meet you up here on the road

i know you're tired

and you ain't sleeping well

uninspired

and likely mad as hell

but wherever you are

i hope the high road leads you home again

to a world you want to live in

we'll ride the ship down

dumping buckets overboard

there can't be more of them than us

there can't be more

i know you're tired

and you ain't sleeping well

uninspired

and likely mad as hell

but wherever you are

i hope the high road leads you home again

to a world you want to live in

to a world you want to live in