High Road

[Verse 1]
At two fish creek they come to meet
Weathered and edged by the summer heat
The sun is always in their eyes
They hold their glasses like a prize

[Verse 2]
On a clouded fair and gin they dine
They're always losing track of time
A swampy mangrove paradise
They import everything that's nice

[Verse 3]
Comfort is a word rarely heard
Wages are transient they look
For opportunity to grow
The better times they never show

[Verse 4]
By now their dreams have all been dreamt
All of their money has been spent
The crashing surf upon the ground
And no one ever hears a sound

[Verse 5]
A life of middling at best
Put that pro-touch-up to a rest
Was it a choice they do not know
The better times they never show

[Outro]
Paradise is all around
But happiness is never found
Paradise is all around
But happiness is never found