Where do I turn
When I'm turned around
Then back again
Too many times to count

Where do I go
From the short end of the rope
Frayed I'm afraid
I still hold onto hope

Where do I land
In the midst of demands
Emersed headfirst
According to plans

Where do I take
The bulk of my mistakes
Brought up enough
Where they get in the way

Where do I glue
Myself to
In the scheme of things
Just to make it through

Where after all
In the hit and miss
Do I place my faith
In all of this

How many folks do you know who own a wheelbarrow
That fill it with all kinds of stuff
Who so often tarry with the things that they carry
Keeping the bad while passing good

Ready and willing with a shovel
To dig deep parts of their past
Most often best forgotten
Are the ones that seem to last

Filled to the till with burdens
Leaning hard to one side
All the time thinking it's worth it
Breaking their backs trying to survive

If they could they'd dump this heavy load
And not look back, just keep on moving
Walking hands free down freedoms road
But what do they keep on doing

These folks you know with their wheelbarrows
Continue filling it up with all kinds of stuff
Who so often tarry with the load that they carry
Keeping the bad while passing up on the good

Thinking back to the time
Of nineteen seventy-five
Slick as spit
Truly alive
Mountains of hope
Star studded dreams
Held tight the belief
There wasn't a thing
This bunch of rag tags
Could not achieve

Made it our lot
Over the top
Had what we grabbed
Before we were caught
Dreams seem to fade
At a high cost
Thicken the plot
Like it or not
Never prepared
For such a loss

How many have died
Since nineteen seventy-five
The board on the wall
Is there to remind
Some lasted for years
Others cut in their prime
When their worst fear
Stepped up to their side
Only to find
Death's not very kind

Fame riding fortune
Felt we were bound
That is till our star
Hit solid ground
Say what you will
About dreams of youth
They're greatly needed
To pull you through
Not a thing now to hide
Nineteen seventy-five

if you ask me
out of the blue
i know no thoughts
i have no clue
about what all
i'm supposed to do

at any given time

after all
i've hemmed and hawed
kicked the can
but that's not all
empty handed
dropped the ball

at any given time

i've moved beyond
the does and don'ts
straight into
my needs and want's
just happy that
i've yet been caught

at any given time

We all come to the table equal
Then proceed to lay out our cards
I'll see your pain and sorrow
And raise you my regrets and scars

Tossing chips out on the table
Most bring more than they can afford
Hiding our hands till forced to show them
Afraid to let on who we really are

To say that life is a gamble
Is an understatement at best
A loaded gun with pearl handle
A chamber filled with blanks

Those that bluff the best, get ahead
That sounds much better than a lie
After all aren't we all a mess
Hoping against hope that no one finds

The few cards we hold up our sleeves
When in desperate need of an easy way out
Before we get into this too deep
And can't find a way to bet our way out

I've done my best, yet
Still made a mess
Who would have figured
Who could have guessed
That this would be
Another failed attempt
Of taking
The High Road

Who doesn't know
It's an uphill climb
Morning, noon
On through the night
Try as I might
Time after time
Of taking
The High Road

I must confide
This I, me, mine
Gets in the way
To wrong my rights
Keeps me away
From reaching heights
Of taking
The High Road

I tend to go
The way of hope
In what I see
In all I know
I pray the day
It will be so
That we'll all take
The High Road

I once had compassion
A love ever lasting
Now here I am asking
What have I become

I gave into pressure
Thinking that I knew better
Thought I had all the answers
What have I done

Now I'm left with this needing
To where life once had meaning
In my younger days dreaming
I had a good run

With back against the wall
Took my eye off the ball
Deep, this feeling of loss
At what I have done

When told of this day
Too late I'm afraid
This bed I have made
What have I become