High Water Anodyne Uncle Tupelo by: Jay Farrar & Jeff Tweedy Marcus Winfree Tried to face up to the blinding sun Racing for the final word to come Facing up is hard, to stay devout I can't see the sand and it's running out And it's running out We quote each other only when we're wrong We tear out the threads and move along Can't seem to find common ground I can't see the sand and it's running out It was only circumstances But it's the difference It gets in the way No race is run in this direction You can't break even You can't even quit the game The current drags to the bottom A hemorrhage that moves us around Pulls and beckons, strong direction High water forever bringing us down I can't see the sand and it's running out It's running out It was only circumstances But it's the difference It gets in the way No race is run in this direction You can't break even You can't even quit the game