I used to think that this was my town
What a stupid thing to think
I hear youre fighting off a breakdown
I myself am on the break
I used to want to be a real man
I dont know what that even means
Now I just want you in my arms again
And we can search each others dreams
I know youre tired
And you aint 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 mans blues
Ive sang enough about myself
So if youre 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 aint fighting with you down in a ditch
Ill meet you up here on the road
I know youre tired
And you aint 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
Well ride the ship down
Dumping buckets overboard
There cant be more of them than us
There cant be more
I know youre tired
And you aint 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