I used to think that this was my town
What a stupid thing to think
I hear you're biting off a breakdown
I have myself in on the brain
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've heard enough of the white man's blues
I've sang enough about myself
I've heard enough of the white man's blues
So if you're looking for some bad news
Well you can find it somewhere else
Last year was a son of a *
For nearly everyone we know
But I ain't fighting with you down in the 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 the world you want to live in
We'll ride the ship down dumping
* soul before
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 the world you want to live in
To the world you want to live in
To the world you want to live in