The High Road

One road for the modern man One road for the self-made woman One road for the makers of the scene Some push forward without a doubt Some drop in with it all mapped out Who cares for the misfits in between? WHEN THE HIGH ROAD CALLS OUT TO THE CRIPPLED AND THE BLIND IF YOU SEEK WITH ALL YOUR HEART YOU WILL FIND AND WHEN THE HIGH ROAD HEARS YOU EVERY JOY AND EVERY SIGH EVERY LONGING, EVERY NEED YOU'LL KNOW WHY Pack light for the pilgrim way Good shoes, the right canteen Any extra bag will drag you down Some run by on a victory lap Some get lost and curse the map Some give up and circle back around WHEN THE HIGH ROAD CALLS OUT TO THE CRIPPLED AND THE BLIND IF YOU SEEK WITH ALL YOUR HEART YOU WILL FIND AND WHEN THE HIGH ROAD HEARS YOU EVERY JOY AND EVERY SIGH EVERY LONGING, EVERY NEED YOU'LL KNOW WHY All roads lead to somewhere One road led to loss All roads bear a weight load One road bore the cross