Away Is Mine – Gordon Downie

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 any way

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 humourless
Wanting what I wanted
Just to get it

And not to give it away
Away is mine
And not give it away
Away is mine

Or words that don’t connect
Sound little like my thoughts
That disappears so fast
To the thin winter wash