Transatlantic

You fell asleep with your head down I fell asleep saying please The banjos and fiddles played breakdowns And we slept like babies Out in the bar room you sang songs Songs from another time And when you got the words wrong I woke up and sang your lines You take the high road - and I'll take the low road I'll get there before you We'll make it to Scotland Or have we forgotten what we're going there for? You fell in love with your hands out Your hands made a peace sign So I fell apart when you pulled out We ought to try to try Everything's broken around me The heather dies when I pass The sky looks like a foundry Where my heart is metal cast You take the high road - and I'll take the low road I'll get there before you We'll make it to Scotland Or have we forgotten what we're going there for? I'll swim 'cross the coldest sea In a transatlantic reverie Just to see your face when I wash up On the barren shores of Skye Then to the lowlands we'll fly Take my hand, walk side by side Side by side Jamie, try me Pour me another I'm dry Hold on to whatever will be And we'll raise our glasses high You take the high road - and I'll take the low road I'll get there before you We'll make it to Scotland Or have we forgotten what we're going there for?