High Hopes

Daddy bought a six string, gonna sing a protest song Sitting on the pavement, wondering how the world went wrong A guitar from the '60s, bought a wild light wine drunk Played it in another life, played it while the world's on The theater wasn't hiring, gas lights turned down It's all on the window red, the plague is coming back to town It's songs of love, songs of hate, toned design to demonstrate life and the virtues of living it And the sun shines in your eyes And you think you're seeing stars And echoes of the waves are mine And the world holds its breath As you dance, the dance you dance Up there on the tightrope Hoping that your high hopes are made Rolling down the window, gonna list a mirror in Pistol on the dashboard, locals won't stop staring Now, haven't they ever seen, patents, several ever-seeds On her foot from the bird, from the 1970s Eyes on the yellow line, they're flowing through me Missed up a mezcal, gonna shoot her own movie There's too much politics, clogging up the airwaves Outer on the highway, the forest singing my way The sun shines in your eyes And you think you're seeing stars And echoes of the waves are mine And the world holds its breath As you dance, the dance you dance Up there on the tightrope Hoping that your high hopes are made And the lighting of the death With the red, gold, and your cigarettes You scream always, leave them once and more While crying on the kitchen floor These moments hit you more and more each day But coming through, they dissarrate True beauty always finds its way (And the sun shines in your eyes) (And you think you're seeing stars) And echoes of the waves are mine And the world holds its breath As you dance, the dance you dance Up there on the tightrope Hoping that your high hopes are made