[00:00.00] Words & Music by Allie Moss & Rob Seals[00:05.82]The bar is set so high that I can walk right under[00:11.52]Can't reach even on my tippy toes[00:20.58]No matter how far I've run in training for this marathon[00:27.66]I trip and fall, lose by a nose[00:35.07]Then something taps me on the shoulder[00:41.82]I listen when it's older than me[00:47.97]CHORUS:[00:49.65]It says, Look up[00:52.80]Reach out your hand[00:57.06]You can't see anything new[00:59.97]'til you change where you stand[01:04.56]I'll throw you a rope[01:11.04]You know you're just a fellow prisoner of hope[01:23.37]Another day, another no[01:27.03]Sucker punch leaves me bunched on the floor (woe is me)[01:38.34]This is when I fall into a downward spiral[01:43.77]Negative thoughts feed vanity (and I'm so hungry)[01:52.65]Then something taps me on the shoulder[01:59.31]I listen when it's older than me[02:31.89]CHORUS[02:38.67]From the high wall[02:42.33]Sometimes all we see is how hard we could fall[02:50.07]So what if we do[02:53.58]Rise mud-scraped and bruised[02:57.24]Maybe we have to be a little bit broken to hear hope call[03:39.45]CHORUS