Here there is no revelry
The sadness needs no leavening
So loose your boots and sit yourself down

Deep inside the water tank
Over by the riverbank
There I saw my little girl drown

Call it a detour
Ugly and impure
Save yourself

Where is the life line
Here on the highline
Save yourself

I came back here at 24
My friends all say what you're doing this for
Well my father died and passed this %#@! to me

Rub my hands in turpentine
My prospect's now being undermined
With bankers knocking daily at my door

Call it a detour
Ugly and impure
Save yourself

Where is the life line
Here on the highline
Save yourself

Lost inside the peloton
With the Jerry Lewis telethon
Ticking soft till I fall fast asleep

Slipped away with candlelight
Leather chaps and cattle drives
This is not the life I meant to lead

Call it a detour
Ugly and impure
Save yourself

But where is the life line
Here on the highline
Save yourself

Save yourself