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High, Low and In between
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by Townes Van Zandt
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I come from a long line
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high and low and in between
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same as you
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hills of golden
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hails of poison
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time's thrown me through
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and I believe I've come to learn
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that turnin' round
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is to become confusion
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and the gold's no good for spending
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and the poison's hungry waiting
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What can you leave behind
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when you're flyin' lightning fast
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and all alone?
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Only a trace, my friend,
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spirit of motion born
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and direction grown.
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A trace that will not fade
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in frozen skies
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your journey will be
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and if her shadow doesn't seem much company
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who said it would be?
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There is the highway
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and the homemade lovin' kind
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the highway's mine
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and us ramblers are getting the travelling down
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you fathers build with stones
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that stand and shine
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heaven's where you find it
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and you can't
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take too much with you
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but daddy, don't you listen
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it's just this highway talkin'
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All things at our life
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are brothers in the soil
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and in the sky
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and I believe it
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with my blood
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if not my eyes
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I don't know why we can't
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be brothers here
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I know we should be
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answers don't seem easy
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and I'm wonderin'
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if they could be
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High, Low and In between
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| Townes Van Zandt |
