You've got your favourite programmes   The bird, the dog, two cats   One of your babies will always   Ring on the weekend for a chat       A beautiful garden   Too easily getting out of hand   How can you concentrate at all?       On the high ground   You're there on your own   >From the high ground       And from down here we can feel it   You can move the mountain with your pain   They all want to be near you   And then too soon drive home again   'Cause grief is like that   And you're like a captain on her ship -   In the end you stand alone       On the high ground   You're there on your own   >From the high ground   You see the mourners have gone home   On the high ground   You're there on your own       The city is spreading   Soon only numbers will be pure   And you are retreating       And now I walk between tables   Hide in the bathroom for some peace   They want to know what has happened   We can't tell the truth it must be lived   Over and over   'Til it floats up into the sky   To your beautiful baby       On the high ground   You're there on your own   >From the high ground   You see the mourners have gone home   On the high ground   You're there on your own       Days of our Lives and Dr Katz   You've got a few friends left   But she's never coming back   She was the one with the questions   And the big blue eyes   On that high ground    Words and music by Ben Fink and Tim Freedman   Produced by Rob Taylor and Tim Freedman   Mixed and engineered by Rob Taylor   Vocal, backing vocals, Wurlitzer electric piano - Tim Freedman   Guitars, backing vocals - Ben Fink   Acoustic guitar (verses) - Mark Punch   Guitar solo, trombone arrangement - John Encarnacao   Trombone - James Greening   Bass - Garry Gary Beers   Drums - Bill Heckenberg