I used to think that this was my town What a stupid thing to think I hear you're fighting off a breakdown I myself am on the break I used to want to be a real man I don't know what that even means Now I just want you in my arms again And we can search each other's dreams I know you're tired And you ain't sleeping well Uninspired And likely mad as hell But wherever you are I hope the high road leads you home again I heard enough of the white man's blues I've sang enough about myself So if you're looking for some bad news You can find it somewhere else Last year was a son of a bitch For nearly everyone we know But I ain't fighting with you down in a ditch I'll meet you up here on the road I know you're tired And you ain't sleeping well Uninspired And likely mad as hell But wherever you are I hope the high road leads you home again To a world you want to live in We'll ride the ship down Dumping buckets overboard There can't be more of them than us There can't be more I know you're tired And you ain't sleeping well Uninspired And likely mad as hell But wherever you are I hope the high road leads you home again To a world you want to live in To a world you want to live in