High Low

The screaming noises came across the radio, the other day
They’re playing Bobbie Seger on all these FM stations
I remember what you told me, how a song would make you lonely, yeah
That I do, yes I do
I brought my car outside the supermarkets, neon sign and
my horse is smoking cigarettes in a chorus
Tell me how you hate it, but if you could change
All that you do, all that you do
It’s all high low, high low
It’s all high low, high low
It’s all high low, high low, oh
A firetruck across the street comes racing down, sirens screaming
Bloody murder, oh my God, we heard the scream from way on top
A corner street building a family of six children
Have been burned, have all been burned
It’s our smokey scene in our city where my lover grew up thinking that
The world would talk in voices, spitting verses in the choruses
Depends on how you’re singing, does the music help perfect
Your final tune, your final tune?
It’s all high low, high low
It’s all high low, high low
It’s all high low, high low
It’s all high low, high low
A shadow has a right to complain, your lie fell on water and sank
It’s all high low, high low
It’s all high low, high low
It’s all high low, high low
It’s all high low, high low