High Times - Brett Harris

Look out the window

Watch as the storm rolls in

And you swear you’ve been here once before

But you can’t remember when

The rain on the rooftop

Sounds like a symphony

And you found yourself

Surround by a familiar memory

When my high times are over

And that big red sun is sinking low

Would you carry me across the river

While the peaceful waters flow?

And if the darkness keeps the stars from shining

And if the wind blows through my tired bones

Don’t you worry, darling

Cause I’ll be coming home

When my high times are over

And that big red sun is sinking low

Would you carry me across the river

While the peaceful waters flow?