We were crawling through valleys, yeah we were swimming in mud
You in your rusty chains, me in my lead coat
Weary and tired of always running around
Chasing the taproot of sorrow down the rabbithole
We were standing on the ledge, just trying not to look down
You with your feather in your hand, me with my parasole
I want to feel the air, I want to fly like a bird
I want to get the hell out of here
Somebody catch me, catch me
The endless story of how we survived the lowlands
And this unlikely road, unraveling like thread
Slouching in the shadows, hanging of off barstools
We traded tales of our little wars
I knew I could trust you, so I let you listen singing in my glass
Along with the jukebox
It was the maiden voyage of that little leaky boat
Me with my stormcloud you with your albatross
It's starting to get cold, do you remember which way is east
Do you remember which way is home? How'd we get here?
The endless story of how we survived the lowlands
And this unlikely road, unraveling like thread
Watching the years fly past the carwindows
Making us dizzy like a barrel of moonshine
Of these highways running around, you had a dream we were traveling soldiers
Dragging our burden over the Rockies
The battle of ann arbor, the battle of 6th street
It was all figured out, our flawless getaway plan
You in your flashy clothes me in my broke-down car
Lowlands was produced by Chris Pureka.