This old world, it ain't my home
Nice place to visit, but you wouldn't stay
A few more risings and settings of the Sun
And I would cross my legs and be on my way
You can look up to me, baby
And I might see you looking down
'Cause there ain't no higher ground
There ain't no higher ground
Upon the pretty cross
'Course I'm bad
Mister everybody tell their testimony
Why won't they say anything now?
Yeah, Lord
Listen, baby, you ain't my friend
Even though we float together down this raging flood
You could rip your dress and add fuel to the fire
But you can't take the smoke out of these dirty lungs
Might be Heaven up above us
But even if it could be found
There ain't no higher ground
There ain't no higher ground
There ain't no higher ground
There ain't no higher ground
Upon the pretty cross
'Course I'm bad
Mister everybody tell their testimony
Why won't they say anything now?
Yeah, Lord
