Lowlands - Chris Pureka

We were crawling through valleys, yeah we were swimming in mud

You in your rusty chains, me in my lead coat

Weary and tired of always running around

Chasing the taproot of sorrow down the rabbithole

We were standing on the ledge, just trying not to look down

You with your feather in your hand, me with my parasole

I want to feel the air, I want to fly like a bird

I want to get the hell out of here

Somebody catch me, catch me

The endless story of how we survived the lowlands

And this unlikely road, unraveling like thread

Slouching in the shadows, hanging of off barstools

We traded tales of our little wars

I knew I could trust you, so I let you listen singing in my glass

Along with the jukebox

It was the maiden voyage of that little leaky boat

Me with my stormcloud you with your albatross

It’s starting to get cold, do you remember which way is east

Do you remember which way is home?

How’d we get here?

The endless story of how we survived the lowlands

And this unlikely road, unraveling like thread

Watching the years fly past the carwindows

Making us dizzy like a barrel of moonshine

Of these highways running around, you had a dream we were traveling soldiers

Dragging our burden over the Rockies

The battle of ann arbor, the battle of 6th street

It was all figured out, our flawless getaway plan

You in your flashy clothes me in my broke-down car