The High Road - Robert Ellis
The high road is closed
For repairs
And nobody cares
About songs anymore
My enemies are passing me by
And I don't know that I
Could keep up anyway
The high road
Is wearing me down
It all comes
From out of nowhere
I'm losing the hat
On top of my head
I'm losing sight
I'm losing the fight
To a flash in the pan
To a thief in the night
The high road
Is wearing me down
The stage is like
A window to
The kitchen from
The dining room
And I'm sweating
Here underneath the lights
But serve me a big meal and
If I'm not what
They had in mind
They'll send me back
And scape me off the plate
But I go out there everyday
Pretending it's the other
Way around
And I've got the meaning
From the palm of my hand
