I Got High

Lyrics
I got high With an art teacher of mine I learned how to paint Portraits and landscapes with perspective But I've been sitting here The better part of eighteen years Blank stare blank canvas In need of a new view Of some new scenery to render There's a boat leaving Where it goes I don't know I've been buried alive My history teacher by my side Lest I forget those mistakes That better men have made The battles fought and lost Small victories at what cost? The curriculum is dated My inspiration fading A slow setting sun There's a boat leaving Where it goes Well, I don't know But if it floats I'm getting on With or without you The winds are strong enough Our native tongues will fail us Oh, the pleasure I would take In renaming everything There are boats leaving Where they go I don't know But it's a chance To see something new Will you come with me?
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Credits
- Writers
- Owen (USA)