High Uinta High

From the Salt Lake on the West side

The sun burns red and

The moon shines bright

Lights the mountains that cut the sky

I never left over roads so high

I followed the fence for seven miles

Across empty fields and endless skies

The grass was greener on the other side

And the river ran all through the night

I gotta get back where

I came from

Past all the things that made me

Made me feel numb

Oh Lord please save my family

And all the friends surrounding me

Put them near the highest tree

I will know that you saved me

I gotta get back to the tree line

The dusty road and shot up stop sign

I'll miss the power lines

Stretched out ahead

Against the shadow of a mountain

I needed an empty road

And a lonely wind

To bring me back again

Now I've spent years in the sky line

Where to much time

Is no waste of time

I'll miss the power lines above my head

Against the shadow of a building

I needed a busy road

And the ocean wind

To love this high road again