High Countries Lyrics - Back Home - Caedmons Call

A bus station, in the steam from the rain 

In this line of pale strangers, should I go or stay? 

The whole field of vision, fades beneath me now 

And the houses spread for a million miles, in this gray town 

And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand 

It would pass right through you, so now's your chance 

Would you fall to pieces? Would you fall to pieces? 

Would you fall to pieces in the high countries? 

We are just pilgrims of the great divorce 

I am witness to the light and I am captive to my own remorse 

And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand 

It would pass right through you, so now's your chance 

Would you fall to pieces? Would you fall to pieces? 

Would you fall to pieces in the high countries? 

You drink the cup to the bottom, but it burns in your hands 

The cup was poured out on the Maker instead 

Out on the green plains, I am but a ghost 

Bound up with all that I call mine still the light grows 

Would you fall to pieces? Would you fall to pieces? 

Would you fall to pieces in the high countries? 

Would you fall to pieces? Would you fall to pieces? 

Would you fall to pieces in the high countries? 

In the high countries in the high countries