"I've Never Been High" lyrics

"I've Never Been High"

Thrill rides and places, wide-open spaces
Played in a band, such harmless novelties
Wher's the forgetting, where's the regretting
Of lurid acts that never came to be

I've never been high, never been high, never been high
I've never been high, never been high, never been high

If I could buy it, maybe I'd try it
But my connections aren't what they once were
Paint me a picture, read me some scripture
Maybe I should've stuck it out with her

I've never been high, never been high, never been high
I've never been high, never been high, never been high
I've never been high. I've never been high
I've never been high. I've never been high

I've celebrated, birthdays and waited
Waited and waited, tomorrow's just a tease
Then I'll be something, then I'll be something
Look there's a camera, smile and say cheese

I've never been high, never been high, never been high
I've never been high, never been high, never been high


Writer(s): Ronald D Mael, Russell Craig Mael
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