Amber Smith - A Place Higher Lyrics

There's always a place higher
Than where you now stand
That hill
Those trees on yonder ridge
Those clouds
This moon
That sun
Those stars
All hidden
This is what you see
As the pheasant cock's call
Echoes the bells
Calling men to prayer
Sounding so small
Far off
Away
The memory of distance
There is no place higher
Than where you now stand
No higher
No lower
No more east or west
Nor north or south
No more centered
Nor distant
No more beautiful
Nor broken
No more like endless tassels of grain
Waving gently in the breeze
Inscrutable in their beauty
Waiting for the blade
Make money, young man
Shoot for the stars
Life's funny, young man, bring your own bars