Higher Ground
I miss the nights when we were young
And doing 85 on back roads just for fun.
But on the winding drives
The street signs tried
To stop what we'd begun,
But we were young.
We were young.
Chasing a life,
Wasting the time,
Going nowhere.
But lately I've
Been pacing a line,
Going slow...
So I
Make time to free my mind
And take control,
'Cause I was born to sing
But my lungs cave in
So now I'm talkin' on a telephone.
Holding back the levee,
But the rain keeps coming down.
And I can't hide from rising tides.
I'm gonna find the higher ground.
I miss the nights when we were drunk:
The six packs of Summer Ale,
When Sorry was enough.
And too much of anything
Would make anyone throw up,
Yeah we were dumb
When we were young.
Chasing a life,
Wasting the time,
Going nowhere.
But lately I've
Been pacing a line,
Going slow...
So I
Make time to free my mind
And take control,
'Cause I was born to sing
But my lungs cave in
So now I'm talkin' on a telephone.
Holding back the levee,
But the rain keeps coming down.
And I can't hide from rising tides.
I'm gonna find the higher ground.
I miss the nights when we were young
And doing 85 on back roads just for fun.
I miss the nights when we were drunk.
I miss the nights when we were young.
And doing 85 on back roads just for fun.
But on the winding drives
The street signs tried
To stop what we'd begun,
But we were young.
We were young.
Chasing a life,
Wasting the time,
Going nowhere.
But lately I've
Been pacing a line,
Going slow...
So I
Make time to free my mind
And take control,
'Cause I was born to sing
But my lungs cave in
So now I'm talkin' on a telephone.
Holding back the levee,
But the rain keeps coming down.
And I can't hide from rising tides.
I'm gonna find the higher ground.
I miss the nights when we were drunk:
The six packs of Summer Ale,
When Sorry was enough.
And too much of anything
Would make anyone throw up,
Yeah we were dumb
When we were young.
Chasing a life,
Wasting the time,
Going nowhere.
But lately I've
Been pacing a line,
Going slow...
So I
Make time to free my mind
And take control,
'Cause I was born to sing
But my lungs cave in
So now I'm talkin' on a telephone.
Holding back the levee,
But the rain keeps coming down.
And I can't hide from rising tides.
I'm gonna find the higher ground.
I miss the nights when we were young
And doing 85 on back roads just for fun.
I miss the nights when we were drunk.
I miss the nights when we were young.
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Writer(s): Daniel Wrigley
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