On a ship of fools for some promised land, it's hard to know and understand

Yet the heart of right full of grace would be times imagined though imperfectly

Higher Ground boys Higher Ground if the storm breaks and you're lost and can't be found

And should those sirens sing you homeward bound

Let me rest my head on higher ground

And in the map room with curtains drawn it's hard to figure out what's coming on

And if all the believers get washed away could I somehow convince you to stay

Higher Ground boys Higher Ground if the storm breaks and you're lost and can't be found

And should those sirens sing you homeward bound

Let me rest my head on higher ground

And I loved her dearly though she never knew, in these tall waters it's hard to prove

Funny how we see things we're all so bedeviled 500 feet above sea level