High Country
I’m thinking ’bout my woman
And the road beneath us both
500 miles unbroken
But I’ve got a photograph
Pasted in a book
We’re sitting in the green grass
Just as happy as we look
I’m on my way
Yeah I’m passing through
The high country
And I’m thinking about you
I wonder if you’re smiling
Like I know that you do
Yeah I’m passing through
A thousand miles from you
And the cliffs beside the highway
Are colored and I see
Yellow reds and greens
Yellow is from sulphur
And copper turns ‘em green
And red is from the iron
It’s like your hair is in morning
I’m on my way
I’m passing through
The high country
And I’m thinking about you
I wonder if you’re smiling
Like I know that you do
While I’m passing through
A million miles from you
My finger’s got a moonstone
Like you got one on a string
And I’m wishing for communion
Between your necklace and my ring
Maybe I could show you
The northern slopes of snow
And have you travel with me
On this high country road
Yeah I’m passing through
And that’s all I seem to do
But I’m thinking about you
And I’m a million miles in two
April 14th, 2006
This song has recently captivated my soul. It’s got a depth of longing which gives me the feeling of starring out the window of a train, car or plane while i’m watching the foriegn landscape of the world going by meanwhile summoning visions of memories that make me feel at home.
There’s a charming comedy in the travelers mind that enables them to romanticize for the purpose of easing the road weary wanting and wonder and these lyrics paint that picture like a play.