Summer, Highland Falls - Live at Shea Stadium, Queens, NY - July 2008

We're gonna do a song that, ah
This is not a hit single in any way, shape or form
It's from an album that came out in 1976, the album was called Turnstiles
This is for all the manic depressives out here tonight
It's called Summer, Highland Falls

They say that these are not the best of times
But they're the only times I've ever known
And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own
Now, I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes
I can only stand apart and sympathize
For we are always what our situations hand us
It's either sadness or euphoria
Hey

So we'll argue and we'll compromise
And realize that nothing's ever changed
For all our mutual experience, our separate conclusions are the same
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity
Our reason co-exists with our insanity
And though we choose between reality and madness
It's either sadness or euphoria

How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies
Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies
And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives
With our respective similarities
It's either sadness or euphoria

Oh
Oh
Woah-woah-woah