Rolling High

(acoustic guitar

strumming)

Rolling something green just to pass the time

Watching sweet smoke rings climb in a straight line

Gravity is fading as the room spins slow

Nothing on my calendar,

nowhere to go

Floating on a cloud,

high above the floor (so high) Everything is easy,

we don't need no more

Let the heavy rhythm wash the world away (wash it away) We

can just drift for another day

Ash on the tabletop,

tea getting cold

Watching how the afternoon stories unfold

Time is just a concept that we left behind

Nothing but a peaceful breeze inside my mind

Floating on a cloud,

high above the floor (so high) Everything is easy,

we don't need no more

Let the heavy rhythm wash the world away (wash it away) We

can just drift for another day

Just drift... (ahhhh) Let it fade out slow...