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