Getting high with you, is the only thing I want to do
Getting high with you, it's the only thing I want to do
Getting high with you
How fascinated I was
When you explained to me a shooting star
Nothing more than angels you said
Throwing away a burned up cigarette
And now sometimes I get so high, look down on to the moon and sky
Why o why
The footsteps we left there, a Sunday stroll, baffling nations
Getting high with you
And our names, signed on the memorial
Just under the American flag
Next to the lovers, from other planets, who were here, before
Now in a bar, third time around Jupiter and Mars
Listening to space jazz, and drinking AS10 I think about the times
I used to get high with you, tu tu tu tu, the only thing that ever got me through
Getting high with you, the only thing that ever gets me through
Getting high with you, the only thing that ever gets me through
How fascinated I was
When you explained to me a shooting star
Nothing more than angels you said
Throwing away a burned up cigarette
Getting high wtih you, aouuuu, aoouuu
Getting high with you, aoouu, aoouu