Contact High

Layin' up somewhere in the desert

Rock bottom of the golden state

Pappy and Harriet's is little

But what you working really ain't

You blow a little smoke in my face

My inhibitions evaporate

Don't you look special

Don't you look sweet

Cooking up something I wanna eat

Whatever shit that you're on

I gotta contact high

And now you're crawling up on the bar

You make a dead man grab his heart

I gotta contact high

You blew a fortune on a startup

That desert dust went to your head

You say you wanna go to Marfa

You're tired of following the Dead

So raise a bottle up make a toast

And shake the hand of the holy ghost

Don't you look special

Don't you look sweet

Cooking up something I wanna eat

Whatever shit that you're on

I gotta contact high

And now you're dancing up on the bar

You make the young dogs grab their heart

Well yeah, I was in the desert for awhile

But it's spiritual, you know, like Sedona and the vortexes

Don't you look special

Don't you look sweet

Cooking up something I wanna eat

Whatever shit that you're on

I gotta contact high

And now your reaching out for my guitar

As you're falling right off the bar

You shoulda seen the look on your face

When I floated off to outer space

I gotta contact high

Contact high

I've got a contact high

I've got a contact high

I'm making contact