Guy Fletcher, Ethan Johns, Sarah Ozelle - High Roads Lyrics

Words are failing, there’ll be blood on the table, for all to see
Haunched and gathered, the dark voice of reason, it’s them or me
I don’t blame them for being official
All I need is you and me, and the deep blue sea
When we first came here, seemed like a nice bunch of people, to have around
Though time’s a healer, could be that we are living, on hallowed ground
I’ll let Jesus decide for me, throw my sins into the air
Cos I don’t care, I’m gonna take
High Roads, High Roads
I’m gonna take, High Roads, High Roads
The garden party, shirts with dirt on the collar, ill-fitting suits
To get that tree down, needs the nod from committee, protected roots
It’s making mincemeat of my driveway, I can’t make my way to and fro
But there you go, I’d better take
High Roads, High Roads, better take, High Roads, High Roads
High Roads, High Roads, gonna take High Roads