High Times – Old Sea Brigade

I won’t ever doubt it
Crying on the floor
You know you are my miracle, miracle
I think we’ve been here before

We don’t have to fight it
Just working on our stride
I’m always just so cynical, cynical
I think I’ll give this a try

And all that I’m not
Is caught up in the middle
And all that I’ve got
Is caught up in the fight, oh
High times are lost in a minute
Take in everything at once
Here’s a toast to new beginnings

That I hate
Losing all this ground
Try and change the chemicals, chemicals
That turn my head inside out

Does anybody notice
I’m falling in my trap
I’m reaching now the pinnacle, pinnacle
And boredom’s all I have

And all that I’m not
Is caught up in the middle
And all that I’ve got
Is caught up in the fight, oh
High times are lost in a minute
Take in everything at once
Here’s a toast to new beginnings
Can you tell me what I want
I can write it all down
I’m so tired of this weather
I’m so tired of this town

And all that I’m not
Is caught up in the middle
And all that I’ve got
Is caught up in the fight, oh