Lletres: Greg Laswell. High And Low.

I'm going to see some friends from out of state
The very trip that you were supposed to take a while ago
But it fell through like all of you, like all of you

Thought I'd make the drive but a free plane ride is in the air
Just like that my fear of it disappeared
Like all of you, like all of you

And I look high and low for yesterday
High and low for you and I
High and low

Once I can see straight I might move somewhere cold
Seattle or the Bay Area to see your ghost
What's left of you? What's left of you?

And I look high and low for yesterday
High and low for you and I
High and low

Found a letter from a man I might have met addressed to you
And I'll steal the words he ended with
I miss you and I do, miss you and I do

Look high and low for yesterday
High and low for you and I
High and low