i don't wanna get in fights on private flights to paradise no more
and i don't wanna suffer fools or sycophants by swimming pools and dance floors
i just want a high that don't end low
a hat to call my home
a bag that won't hold much
and a simple song to sing when i'm alone
i've been kind to angry souls in hopes they wouldn't be so cold and empty
and i don't wanna live off crumbs and wait for love that never comes to get me
i just want a high that don't end low
a hat to call my home
a bag that won't hold much
and a simple song to sing when i'm alone
it might go la la la
la la la
la la la
la la la la la la. yeah
i think i'm gonna leave this town
let a little bit of open road surround me out there
cause you can't be lonely when you stare into that sunny yellow flare
oh yeah
i just want a high that don't end low
a hat to call my home
a bag that won't hold much
a dog who lives the dream
some booze that i can feel
a good day once a week
and a simple song to sing when i'm alone
it might go la la la
la la la
la la la
la la la la la la.