Walk through your street
And smile with eyes bright
Hands by your side and keys that dangle and fall
Hey how you been
And have a good night
You say, Neighbor please, don't ask I'm not feeling tall
High all the time
High all your life
But you try, try, try, try
Seven AM and off you go for a pint
Right off the bat you plead the hunger to call
Reasons enough to act and seem fine
Neighbor, the yard'll be clean somewhere next fall
High all the time
High all your life
But you try, try, try, try
