The High Countries

<p>A bus station, in the stream from the rain<br/>In this line of pale strangers, should I go or stay?<br/><br/>The whole field of vision, fades beneath me now<br/>And the houses spread for a million miles, in this gray town<br/><br/>And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand<br/>It would pass right through you, so now&#x27;s your chance<br/><br/>Would you fall to pieces<br/>Would you fall to pieces<br/>Would you fall to pieces<br/>In the high countries?<br/><br/>We are just pilgrims of the great divorce<br/>I am witness to the light and I am captive to my own remorse<br/>And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand<br/>It would pass right through you, so now&#x27;s your chance<br/><br/>Would you fall to pieces<br/>Would you fall to pieces<br/>Would you fall to pieces<br/>In the high countries?<br/><br/>You drink the cup to the bottom, but it burns in your hands<br/>The cup was poured out on the Maker instead<br/><br/>Out on the green plains, I am but a ghost<br/>Bound up with all that I call &quot;mine&quot;, still the light grows<br/><br/>Would you fall to pieces<br/>Would you fall to pieces<br/>Would you fall to pieces<br/>In the high countries?<br/><br/>Would you fall to pieces<br/>Would you fall to pieces<br/>Would you fall to pieces<br/>In the high countries?<br/>In the high countries?<br/>In the high countries?