Transatlantic

You fell asleep with your head down
 I fell asleep saying please
 The banjos and fiddles played breakdowns
 And we slept like babies
 Out in the bar room you sang songs
 Songs from another time
 And when you got the words wrong
 I woke up and sang your lines
 You take the high road - and I'll take the low road
 I'll get there before you
 We'll make it to Scotland
 Or have we forgotten what we're going there for?
 You fell in love with your hands out
 Your hands made a peace sign
 So I fell apart when you pulled out
 We ought to try to try
 Everything's broken around me
 The heather dies when I pass
 The sky looks like a foundry
 Where my heart is metal cast
 You take the high road - and I'll take the low road
 I'll get there before you
 We'll make it to Scotland
 Or have we forgotten what we're going there for?
 I'll swim 'cross the coldest sea
 In a transatlantic reverie
 Just to see your face when I wash up
 On the barren shores of Skye
 Then to the lowlands we'll fly
 Take my hand, walk side by side
 Side by side
 Jamie, try me
 Pour me another I'm dry
 Hold on to whatever will be
 And we'll raise our glasses high
 You take the high road - and I'll take the low road
 I'll get there before you
 We'll make it to Scotland
 Or have we forgotten what we're going there for?