Looking High

Looking high, looking low
for where all our friends used to go
running through that open door
for you don’t go in there no more.

You can stay, you can go
to all the haunts we used to know
the late nights bathed in neon glow
nostalgia of the after show

Look me up, look me down
you know i won’t be hanging around
cause i’ve already skipped the town
i’ve packed my bags, i’ve found new ground

I hope that i see a life returning
the leaves on the trees
& the wind blowing
i hope that i’ll be there
when life’s returning
the new kids coming in.

Find another way
any other way,
find another way…

Pull me up, pull me down
searching hands all grasp the crown
sink or swim but we won’t drown
treading water till yr found

Come for me, come for you
at least we can say we were true
just holding out for something new
the good life that we hoped we’re due

Find another way, any other way, find another way…
(I hope i’ll see the streets return, i know i’ll see the streets return)

Looking High, looking low
for where all our friends used to go
running out that open door
you won’t see them dance no more

Look me up, look me down
you know i won’t be hanging around
cause i’ve already skipped the town
i’ve packed my bags, i’ve found new ground

Looking High, looking low
for where all our friends used to go
running out that open door
for you won’t see them dance no more

Looking High, looking low
for where all our friends used to go
running out that open door
for you won’t see them dance no more