When I get high
I get conservative
I want what you want
To get it all
Ya got to give
And not to give it away, no way
When I get high
There is no why anyway

Making words that connect
That sound like my thoughts
That disappear slow as the sun
To the pale summer sun
The pale summer washed in the rain

When I get high
I get so humorless
Wanting what I wanted
Just to get it
And not to give it away
Away is mine
And not give it away, away
Away is mine

Or words that don't connect
Sounded like my thoughts
That disappears so fast
To the thin winter wash

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Writer(s): Gord Downie