The screaming noises came across the radio, the other day
They're playing Bobbie Seger on all these FM stations
I remember what you told me, how a song would make you lonely
And I do, yes I do
I parked my car outside the supermarkets
Neon sign and I walk the block
On my return my horse is smoking
Cigarettes in a chorus recording
Tell me how you hate it, but if you could you'd change all that you do
All that you do
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low, oh
A firetruck across the street comes racing down, sirens screaming
Bloody murder, oh my God, we heard the scream from way on top
A corner street bank building, a family of six children
Have been burned, have all been burned
It's a smokey scene in our city where my lover grew up thinking that
The world would talk in voices, spitting verses in the choruses
Depends on how you sing it, does the music help perfect
Your final tune, your final tune?
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low
What shadow has a right to complain?
Your light fell on water and sank
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low
