(lyrics and music by Bobby Lightig & James Seals, 1972)

From the album YEAR OF SUNDAY (1972)

High on a mountain, high on a hill High on a mountain, way up on a hill
Well I want to walk, out in the sunshine And watch it play, through the trees
And I'll look back on all the good times, that we once shared together
Remember me, I remember you I'm really so blue, baby
High above the avenue, missin' you

I don't understand it Why you be that way? I don't understand Why you be that way?
We had everything we ever wanted I can't stand to see it slip away
And so I'm here, I guess I'm really waitin' for the wind to bring you back to me
Back to me, back to me I'm really so blue, baby,
High above the avenue, missin' you

Deep in the evenin', late in the night Deep in the evenin', late in the night
We used to stand out in the South porch, and watch the flickering of the city lights
Now way out there, somewhere in the darkness, I keep expecting to hear your voice
Calling me, I'm calling you I'm really so blue, baby
High above the avenue, missin' you