Higher Grounds

Step down from the balcony, son
The seagulls may well take you
Well let them come
Step down from the balcony, son
We’re getting tired of your antics
Well, so am I
The sorry state of this place
I think I made a mistake
In fact, I think I miss my family
You said Sophie was your trophy
And I just couldn’t laugh
You know I can’t get along with myself
You know, I just can’t get along with myself
Stay there for the whole day if you must
May the seagulls take you
Well, I don’t mind
Stay there for the whole day, you’re not getting paid anyway
Were getting tired of your antics
And so am I
The sorry state of this place
I think I’ve made a mistake
In fact, I think I miss my family
You said «Come and swallow my pride»
And I just couldn’t laugh
But then I can’t get along with myself
You know I just can’t get along with myself
I wish they’d carry me home
I wish they’d carry me home
I dry my eyes for six days
Then I’ll go back to my friends
Then I’ll go back to seem my family
You say Sophie was your trophy
And I just couldn’t laugh
But then I can’t get along with myself
You know I just can’t get along with myself