This was called High Hoes. Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young, in a world of magnets and miracles. Our thoughts were constantly without boundary, the ringing of the division bell had begun. Along the long road, down to the causeway, do they still meet there by the cut? There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps, running before time took our dreams away. Leaving the buried small creatures that tried to tie us to the ground, to a life consumed by its slow decay. The grass was greener, the light was brighter, with friends surrounding, lights of wonder. Looking beyond the embers of the bridges glowing behind us, to a glimpse of our greedy thoughts on the other side. Steps taken forward, that sleep walking back again, dragged by a force of some inner tide. At the highest altitude, with flag unfurled, we reached that dizzy height of that dreamed on world. And comfort forever, by desire and ambition, this hunger still unsatisfied. How weary I still stay to the horizon, down this road we've been so many times. The grass was greener, the light was brighter, the taste was sweeter, The grass was greener, the light was brighter, the taste was sweeter, The water flowing, the endless river, where I live. The grass was greener, the light was brighter, the taste was sweeter, The grass was greener, the light was brighter, the taste was sweeter, The grass was greener, the light was brighter, the taste was sweeter, The water flowing, the endless river, forever and ever. The grass was greener, the light was brighter, the taste was sweeter,