We hit the blue fields
In the blue sedan we didn't get much further
Just as the sun was rising in the mist
We were all alone we didn't need much more

So fast this expidition
So vast this heavy load
With a touch of luck and a sense of need
Seeing the guns and their faces

We look around the open shore
Waiting for something
Shoot high break low
Aim high shoot low

Break high let go
Shoot high aim low
This was to be our last ride
With the steel guitar and the love you give me

Underneath the skin a feeling, a breakdown
Well we sat for hours on the crimson sand
Exchanges in the currency of humans bought and sold
And the leaders seem to lose control

Shall we lose ourselves for a reason
Shall we burn ourselves for the answer
Have we found the place that we're looking for
Someone shouted "open the door"

Lookout
Shoot high break low
Aim high shoot low
Feeling of imagination

Break high let go
Shoot high aim low
Shoot high aim low
Nothing you can say

Shoot high let go
Takes me by surprise
Shoot high aim low
Who says's there's got to be a reason

Shoot high let go
Who says there's got to be an answer
We were all alone, we didn't need much more
Shoot high aim low

The sun's so hard on this endless highway
Shoot high let go
Shoot high aim low
I've heard the singers, who sing of love

Shoot high let go
In the blue sedan we never got much further
Shoot high aim low

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): ALAN WHITE, CHRIS SQUIRE, JON ANDERSON, TONY KAYE, TREVOR CHARLES RABIN, TREVOR RABIN