High Roads ft. Ethan Johns & Sarah Ozelle 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