High， Low and in Between - Townes Van Zandt

High, Low And In Between - Townes Van Zandt
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 turning round
Is to become confusion
And the golds no good for spending
And the poisons hungry waiting
What can you leave behind
When you're flying 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
And your journey will be
And if her shadow don't seem much company
Who said it would be
There is the highway
And the home made loving kind
The highway's mine
And us ramblers are getting travelling down
You fathers build with stones
Stand and shine
Heavens where you find it
And you can't
Take too much with you
But the daddy don't you listen
It's just this highway talking
All things that are alive
Are brothers in the soil
And in the sky
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
I'm wondering
If they could be