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 that I had reached the end
An old and lonely man Saw me sitting on the curb He reached out and he 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 it's a low, low road You gotta roll down Before you find your way, my friend And it's a high, high hill You'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 You 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 it's a low, low road You gotta roll down Before you find your way, my friend And it's a high, high hill You'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 You gotta roll down Before you find your way, my friend And it's a high, high hill You've gotta climb up Before you get to the top again
It's a low, low road You gotta roll down Before you find your way, my friend And it's a high, high hill You've gotta climb up Before you get to the top again
'Cause it's a low, low road You gotta roll down It's a low, low road