Going for high coin baby
Or I ain't going nowhere at all
Going for high coin baby
To keep me high and in and up and out and all
Well blind men living by the rules
are turning seekers into fools of words and rhyme
That's fine, It's my time
That's fine, It's my time
We're in those high scenes, baby
I'm living in far out and high
We're in those high scenes, baby
Where days are nights and nights are days of years gone by
Well, if equals try to label you
and tear down all the words you're able to recall
That's all before they fall
That's all before they fall
Going for high coin baby
Let's stop our loving nickel dime
Going for high coin baby
Where words are lost and tempest tossed of lemon lime
Where time and places effervesce in words of wonder from down under I'm no less
That's fine, It's my time
That's fine, It's my time
Going for high coin baby……