Well, I guess I lost this round
The mountains have come down
I won?t go where they go
No, I?ll be back around

With our heads above the trees
And the storm at our knees
Come all the tides and tows
We?ll stand above the sea

Highs and Lows
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand
So flux and flow
Flux and flow

When, we taste the bitter end
And hunger life again
We take another turn
With a better hand

Highs and Lows
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand
Flux and flow
And you fix your plans
Then you trade in your hand

So flux and flow, flux and flow
flux and flow, flux and flow

In the rat race,
ready, set, go
Now I?m a step slow
But I?m first at the finish line
Simply cuz I never left home
I?m a rock, man-megadeath
That?s key-treble clef lead
Better yet just be
Let ?em see how you get your fresh
How you get your free
How you shake ?em
Epilepsy with that etch-a-sketch scenes
Then remake ?em
Show ?em how you bend without breakin?

Highs and Lows
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand
Flux and flow
And you fix your plans
Then you trade in your hand