High Water (Uncle Tupelo)

Try to face up to the blinding sun Racing for the final word to come Facing up, it's hard to stay devout I can see the sand and it's running out And it's running out We quote each other only when we're wrong We tear out the threads and move along We can't seem to find common ground I can see the sand and it's running out It was only circumstances But it's the difference that gets in the way No race is run in this direction You can't break even You can't even quit the game The current drags to the bottom A hemorrhage that moves us around It pulls and beckons in a strong direction High water forever bringing us down I can see the sand and it's running out And it's running out It was only circumstances But it's the difference that gets in the way No race is run in this direction You can't break even You can't even quit the game written by Jay Farrar originally appears on Anodyne/ Uncle Tupelo