Lyrics
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
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Artist: jason isbell