THE WHITLAMS - HIGH GROUND lyrics

You've got your favourite programmes

The bird, the dog, two cats

One of your babies will always

Ring on the weekend for a chat

A beautiful garden

Too easily getting out of hand

How can you concentrate at all?

On the high ground

You're there on your own

>From the high ground

And from down here we can feel it

You can move the mountain with your pain

They all want to be near you

And then too soon drive home again

'Cause grief is like that

And you're like a captain on her ship -

In the end you stand alone

On the high ground

You're there on your own

>From the high ground

You see the mourners have gone home

On the high ground

You're there on your own

The city is spreading

Soon only numbers will be pure

And you are retreating

And now I walk between tables

Hide in the bathroom for some peace

They want to know what has happened

We can't tell the truth it must be lived

Over and over

'Til it floats up into the sky

To your beautiful baby

On the high ground

You're there on your own

>From the high ground

You see the mourners have gone home

On the high ground

You're there on your own

Days of our Lives and Dr Katz

You've got a few friends left

But she's never coming back

She was the one with the questions

And the big blue eyes

On that high ground

Words and music by Ben Fink and Tim Freedman

Produced by Rob Taylor and Tim Freedman

Mixed and engineered by Rob Taylor

Vocal, backing vocals, Wurlitzer electric piano - Tim Freedman

Guitars, backing vocals - Ben Fink

Acoustic guitar (verses) - Mark Punch

Guitar solo, trombone arrangement - John Encarnacao

Trombone - James Greening

Bass - Garry Gary Beers

Drums - Bill Heckenberg