Lyrics
You're walking tall and making me a mess,
You look so nice in your Sunday dress.
Don't get what I want but Lord knows I try,
I'm rolling a seven just to pass the time.
(Refrain)
Swing low, but aim high.
Different town,
Give it a try.
Let's move on,
Time it takes its toll.
I learn from others what I never know.
And no, my candle's not burning out,
So shine it bright over the sound.
Swing low, but aim high.
Different town,
Give it a try.
Swing low, but aim high.
Different town,
Give it a try.
And now that it's done, it doesn't belong.
Had I found and wrote this song.