Text: Grace Potter & the Nocturnals. Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. Low Road.

I lost everything
I fell out of a daydream
At the door of a long lost friend
And I cried aloud
Without an inch of pride
I knew I had reached the end

An old and lonely man
Saw me sittin on the curb
He reached out an took my hand
He said I know your song
And I know your name
And there was a time that I felt the same

But ita??s a low low road
Youa??ve gotta roll down
Before you find your way, my friend
And ita??s a high, high hill
Youa??ve gotta climb up
Before you get to the top again

I held on so dearly
To the wrong things in my life
But now I see so clearly
I was walking into my own knife
Youa??ve got to get up off that street
Stop looking at your feet
And take a hold of something real
And this old man, took my hand
He looked at me and said, little girl, I understand


That ita??s a low low road
Youa??ve gotta roll down
Before you find your way, my friend
And ita??s a high, high hill
Youa??ve gotta climb up
Before you get to the top again

And there was a time that I thought that I knew it all
And there was a place that I thought I could call my own
But it all came crashing down and I looked around
And I knew that things would never be the same

Low low road
Youa??ve gotta roll down
Before you find your way, my friend
And ita??s a high, high hill
Youa??ve gotta climb up
Before you get to the top again

Ita??s a low low road
Youa??ve gotta roll down
Before you find your way, my friend
And ita??s a high, high hill
Youa??ve gotta climb up
Before you get to the top again
Cause ita??s a low, low road
Youa??ve gotta roll down
Ita??s a low, low road