WE WERE HIGH.

(Timothy Brickley and David Rheins)

Hey, man, sorry to hear about the old man,

I still remember him sitting in his den

smoking his pipe and saying we were crazy.

Hey man, I didn't see the paper for days, man,

and it's not like we really remained friends

but there was a time we were tight.

Those were the days, we were high.

We did things, man, some I'd need you to remember.

you were my invincible brother

and we were going to do bloody great things.

Chicks, man, they never really told us the shit, man.

but we stumbled through and somehow got fucked, man

why didn't nobody really tell us?

And that night, man, maybe I messed up from fright, man,

but you were way out of control and not right, man.

If I had the chance again I would just try to deck you,

but those were the days we were high.

    You call me a fool and say that we're way out of school,

    but me I'm still trying to get through the books,

    ignore the blank people dark dirty looks,

    crank out a few pages and get lost in the infinite sky.

    Those were the days, we were high.

Now you're leaving, Vegas calls, no sense grieving,

I really should call up your mother to say hi,

but that kind of thing scares the shit out of me.

In the end, man, we end up with nothing it's true, man,

but the time you spent laughing was good, man,

and there were times we laughed ‘til we cried.

Those were the days, we were high.

                                                                                 Copyright 2004, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.