High Low

The screaming noises came across the radio, the other day
They're playing Bobbie Seger on all these FM stations
I remember what you told me
How a song would make you lonely
And I do, yes I do
I parked my car outside the supermarkets
Neon sign and I walk the block
On my return the horse is smoking
Cigarettes in a chorus recalling
Tell me how you hate it, but if you could
You’d change all that you do, all that you do
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low
A firetruck across the street
Comes racing down, sirens screaming
Bloody murder, oh my God
We heard the scream from way on top
A corner street (bank?) building a family of six children
Had been burned, they've all been burned
It's a smokey scene in our city
Where my lover grew up thinking that
The world would talk in voices
Spitting verses in the choruses
Depends on how you sing it
Does the music help perfect your final tune, your final tune?
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low
It's all high low, high low
What shadow has a right to complain?
Your light fell on the water and sank