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