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The Avett Brothers

High Steppin'

 

High Steppin'

(album: Closer Than Together - 2019)


I'm a-high stepping, high betting
Love giving, I'm a-love getting
I'm a stranger, I love stretching out my wheels
Overnighting on the desert strip
Making time and losing grip
Driving circles in the canyons of my mind

I'm an outsider looking in
I got a perfect square for a circle of friends
It's the four of us against the rest of you
But really I am all alone
I'd sell 'em out to save my own
I told them that but they don't buy the truth

I'm a-high stepping, high betting
Love giving, I'm a-love getting
I'm a stranger, I love stretching out my wheels
Overnighting on the desert strip
Making time and losing grip
Driving circles in the canyons of my mind

Well it's warfare out there, folks
You're either working for success
Or to be rich or, God help us, famous
Or you're working against the clock just to stay afloat
Got your nose all scraped up from the grindstone
You're digging for diamonds and only finding rhinestones
Meanwhile it's August and the tax man has never heard of summer vacation
You're either working on yourself or you're looking after babies
Taking care of your old man or your old lady
And the direct line to the hospital just says "Leave a message"
See, you can only live one day at a time
Only drive one hot rod at a time
Only say one word at a time
And only think one thought at a time
And every soul is alone when the day becomes night
And there in the dark if you can try to see the light
In the most pitch black shape of the loneliest shadow
Well then you ought to sleep well
'Cause there's hope for sure
Well I don't know about all that being true but
I do know this:

The best beggars are choosers
The best winners are losers
The best lovers ain't never been loved
And first place ain't easy
The hard part is believing
The very last word is love

I'm a-high stepping, high betting
Love giving, I'm a-love getting
I'm a stranger, I love stretching out my wheels
Overnighting on the desert strip
Making time and losing grip
Driving circles in the canyons of my mind

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