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