High Times

Coma kid, tell me how you come to
 Follow you around whereever you go
 Said I don't go where I'm supposed go
 And I don't go really anywhere, you know?
 Told me how he's driven by a curse
 'Til he kicked out into reverse
 Said I don't go where I'm supposed to go
 And I don't go really anywhere, you know?
 I made up my mind and I don't mind saying so
 I went to meet you at Central Square
 I couldn't find you there
 I went walking 'round the city some more
 People watching with a cold blank stare
 And I saw your face in everyone, I swear
 Seems I never get your kick quite right
 I was walking slow to a dirty dive
 I'm so sick and tired trying to change your mind
 When it's so easy to disconnect mine
 High times, high times
 High times, yeah, I feel fine
 High times, high times
 High times, man, I feel fine
 Don't pick me up
 I'm fine right where I am
 I don't go where I'm supposed to go
 Where I'm supposed to go