High Coin

I’m goin' for high coin baby or I ain’t goin' nowhere at all
I’m goin' for high coin baby to keep me high and in and up and down and all
Well, if cats try enable you and tear down all the words you’re able to recall
That’s all before they fall
I’m in the high scenes, baby, where day is night and nights are days and years
gone by
While I cut towering some spools the hours strike these cats like fools and
words gone by
I’m fine, it’s my time
We’re in the high times baby where words are lost and tempest tossed in lemon
lime.
When times and places effervesce in words of wonder from down under I’m no less.
I’m fine. It’s my time