Looking High

Looking high, looking low For where all our friends used to go Running through that open door For you don't go in there no more

You can stay, you can go To all the haunts we used to know The late nights bathed in neon glow Nostalgia of the aftershow

Look me up, look me down You know I won't be hanging around 'Cause I've already skipped the town I've packed my bags, I've found new ground

I hope that I see a life returning The leaves on the trees and the wind blowing I hope that I'll be there when life's returning The new kids coming in

Find another way Any other way Find another way

Pull me up, pull me down Searching hands all grasp the crown Sink or swim, but we won't drown Treading water 'til you're found

Come for me, come for you At least we can say we were true Just holding out for something new The good life that we hoped we're due

(I hope I'll see the streets return) Find another way (I know I'll see the streets return) Any other way (I hope I'll see the streets return) Find another way (I know I'll see the streets return)

Any other way (I hope I'll see the streets return) Find another way (I know I'll see the streets return) Any other way (I hope I'll see the streets return) Find another way (I know I'll see the streets return)

Looking high, looking low For where all our friends used to go Running out that open door You won't see them dance no more

Look me up, look me down You know I won't be hanging around 'Cause I've already skipped the town I've packed my bags, I've found new ground

Looking high, looking low For where all our friends used to go Running out that open door For you won't see them dance no more