High Ground Track

It’s lonely in the valley of ambiguity
Here among the wise who embrace uncertainty
Where meaning isn’t spoon fed
You gotta find your own
And nothing is imperative today

And no one’s fighting to claim the moral high ground
On a hillside eroding away
The flags they keep planting
Grow tattered and frayed
But there’s an endless supply of blame

Just across the river lies a city paved with gold
But underneath is rotting and decayed
Where ignorance is celebrated
To uphold belief
They send out a war party every day

And they are
Fighting to claim the moral high ground
On a hillside eroding away
The flags they keep planting
Grow tattered and frayed
But there’s an endless supply of blame

Still they keep
Fighting to claim the moral high ground
On a hillside eroding away
A bad joke repeated Orwellian style
The trick is surviving the clowns

And they are
Fighting to claim the moral high ground
On a hillside eroding away
The flags they keep planting
Grow tattered and frayed
But there’s an endless supply of blame

They can’t all be right but they might be all wrong
All wrong