High Ground by Whitlams
You've got your favourite programmes
The bird, the dog, two cats
One of your babies will always
Ring on the weekend for a chat
A beautiful garden
Too easily getting out of hand
How can you concentrate at all?
On the high ground
You're there on your own
>From the high ground
And from down here we can feel it
You can move the mountain with your pain
They all want to be near you
And then too soon drive home again
'Cause grief is like that
And you're like a captain on her ship -
In the end you stand alone
On the high ground
You're there on your own
>From the high ground
You see the mourners have gone home
On the high ground
You're there on your own
The city is spreading
Soon only numbers will be pure
And you are retreating
And now I walk between tables
Hide in the bathroom for some peace
They want to know what has happened
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