High Road Lyrics - Young & Old - Tennis

Up to this creek they come to meet 

Where they done days by the summer heat 

The sun is always in their eyes 

They hold their glasses like they'd rise 

On a clouded fair and gin they dine 

They're always losing track of time 

All sloppy men grow paradise 

They import everything that's nice 

Comfort is all what really heard 

Beaches are transient, they look 

Lover, too many to quote 

But better times they never show 

By now the dreams have all been dreamt 

All of the money has been spent 

The crashing surf upon the ground 

They know I never hear this sound 

Our life of middling at best 

Put that pro-touch-up to a rest 

Was either choice, they do not know 

That better times they never showed 

Paradise is all around 

But happiness is never found 

Paradise is all around 

But happiness is never found