High, Low and In between — текст песни (Townes Van Zandt)

by Townes Van Zandt

I come from a long line
high and low and in between
same as you
hills of golden
hails of poison
time`s thrown me through
and I believe I`ve come to learn
that turnin` round
is to become confusion
and the gold`s no good for spending
and the poison`s hungry waiting


What can you leave behind
when you`re flyin` lightning fast
and all alone?
Only a trace, my friend,
spirit of motion born
and direction grown.
A trace that will not fade
in frozen skies
your journey will be
and if her shadow doesn`t seem much company
who said it would be?


There is the highway
and the homemade lovin` kind
the highway`s mine
and us ramblers are getting the travelling down
you fathers build with stones
that stand and shine
heaven`s where you find it
and you can`t
take too much with you
but daddy, don`t you listen
it`s just this highway talkin`


All things at our life
are brothers in the soil
and in the sky
and I believe it
with my blood
if not my eyes
I don`t know why we can`t
be brothers here
I know we should be
answers don`t seem easy
and I`m wonderin`
if they could be