High Pointe Drive - Daniel Knox

Your mother and my father bought a house

Your mother and my father bought a house

With a deck and a garage

And a hundred rooms

And a basement wall of doors

Surrounded you

In trouble, in trouble afternoon

In trouble, in trouble in your room

For looking through the hole

At the girl next door

Who would brush her sister’s hair

A hundred times

Slow river, low river, waterfall

Slow river, no river after all

For a place is never small

Till it’s been seen

Time has worn away the hill from our ravine