High, Low And In Between

(альбом: High, Low And In Between - 1972)

I come from a long line
Of high and low and in between
Same as you
Hills of golden
Piles of poison
Time's thrown me through
And I believe I've come to learn
That turning round
Is to become confusion
And the gold's no good for spending
And the poison's hungry waiting

What can you leave behind
When you're flying lightning fast
And all alone?
Only a trace, my friend,
Spirit of motion born
And direction grown.
And a trace it will not fade
In frozen skies
And your journey will be
And if a shadow don't seem much company
Well who said it would be?

There is the highway
And the homemade loving kind
And the highway's mine
And us ramblers are getting the travelling down
You fathers build with stones
That stand and shine
Heaven's where you find it
And you can't
Take too much with you
Aw but daddy, don't you listen
It's just this highway talking

All things are alive
Are brothers in the soil
And in the sky
And I believe it
With my blood
If not my eyes
I don't know why we can't
Be brothers here
I know we should be
Answers don't seem easy
And I'm wondering
If they could be