The High Way Lyrics & Chords By Weeping Tile

Bound so close, so painful to watch,
It's wet and I can't get a draw.
It's weird out here on the highway at 4am,
There's finally a lull, that wakes us up.

The path gets worn by the third tree line,
At the back of the land.
I get a bucket and a lie,
All ready for a guy,
Who plows the land,
And refreshments for imaginary friends,
That are so clear, and safe back here.

Undisgused wide open,
Down the line of the lane.
I've already got an indication,
The information,
Is not the same.

The paper lies, I cover my eyes,
I've lost the nerve for planning.
I find it hard to think sometimes,
To get excited about an excitable thing.
It's harder than you'd think.

And the path gets worn by the third tree line,
Oh what a beautiful stand.
I get a bucket and a lie,
All ready for a guy,
And I don't think we'll understand refreshments for imaginary friends.
That are so clear, and safe back here.

Undisguised wide open,
Down the line of the lane.
I've already got an indication,
The information,
Is not the same.

[solo]

I coulda gone around the corner,
On my bike to rent a movie,
But i didn't.
I coulda gone down to the water,
When I felt the rumble inside.
Cement ship goes by.
Inside.