High Pointe Drive
Your mother and my father bought a house
Your mother and my father bought a house
With a deck and a garage
And a hundred rooms
And a basement wall of doors
Surrounded you
In trouble, in trouble afternoon
In trouble, in trouble in your room
For looking through the hole
At the girl next door
Who would brush her sister's hair
A hundred times
Slow river, low river, waterfall
Slow river, no river after all
For a place is never small
Till it's been seen
Time has worn away the hill from our ravine
