Broken Bells - The High Road Go down to wait all night She's bound to run him out The rest of the nothing of any how To each his own The garden is sorting out She curls her lips on a bar I don't know if you're dead or not If you're anyone Come on and get the minimum Before you open up your eyes It's all being served in your hands Your addled eyes Come on and get to open yours Collected at the borderlines They want to get up in your hair Cause they know, so do I The high road is hard to find A detour in your new life Tell all of your friends goodbye The dogs who ran all night The son who hoped it would Break from the warfare in your house To each his own The soldier is bailing out And curled his lips on a bar And I don't know if the dead can talk To anyone Come on and get the minimum Before you open up your eyes It's all being served in your hands Are you one of us Come on and get to open yours Collected at the borderlines They want to get up in your hair Cause they know, so do I The high road is hard to find A detour in your new life Tell all of your friends goodbye It's too late to change your mind You let loss be your guide 4x