I lost everything 
I fell out of a daydream 
At the door of a long lost friend 
And I cried aloud 
Without an inch of pride 
I knew I had reached the end 

An old and lonely man 
Saw me sittin on the curb 
He reached out an took my hand 
He said I know your song 
And I know your name 
And there was a time that I felt the same 

But it’s a low low road 
You’ve gotta roll down 
Before you find your way, my friend 
And it’s a high, high hill 
You’ve gotta climb up 
Before you get to the top again 

I held on so dearly 
To the wrong things in my life 
But now I see so clearly 
I was walking into my own knife 
You’ve got to get up off that street 
Stop looking at your feet 
And take a hold of something real 
And this old man, took my hand 
He looked at me and said, little girl, I understand 

That it’s a low low road 
You’ve gotta roll down 
Before you find your way, my friend 
And it’s a high, high hill 
You’ve gotta climb up 
Before you get to the top again 

And there was a time that I thought that I knew it all 
And there was a place that I thought I could call my own 
But it all came crashing down and I looked around 
And I knew that things would never be the same 

Low low road 
You’ve gotta roll down 
Before you find your way, my friend 
And it’s a high, high hill 
You’ve gotta climb up 
Before you get to the top again 

It’s a low low road 
You’ve gotta roll down 
Before you find your way, my friend 
And it’s a high, high hill 
You’ve gotta climb up 
Before you get to the top again 
Cause it’s a low, low road 
You’ve gotta roll down 
It’s a low, low road