Transatlantic (feat. Kris Drever)

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 barroom 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?