Contact High Songtext
von Better Than Ezra

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 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