I'll take these footsteps, go higher, go higher (I'll find you after all) I'll take these footsteps, go higher, go higher I feel like waking up, I've had this dream before I've walked an empty mile, wore down this lonely soul (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo)

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

You got me high Raining on me, raining on me But you're like the summertime and it feels so good You're like the summertime and it feels so good Running round, being famous Girl, I love that you're beautiful and aimless Said why do I feel so alone? Oh, I

Na na na na na na Yeah, I learned how to let go, and how to take the high road On laugh, on love, on the way I feel right now I'm on another level, you can't bring me down So I turn up a cold one, and I turn up the volume Na na na na na na, yeah You can

And I can't feel my face no more Oh no the bottle's low Oh no we up in smoke And I can't feel my face no more I'm so high So everybody get down like you just got out of rehab And everybody get down like you just got out of rehab Let's get fucked up, put

Looking for a cause I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die I feel like a cello Lost somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, too scared to dream But too dumb to die Well all I got was camouflage Oh, oh I love you Oh, oh I do

I'm so damn lonely Sloe gin, sloe gin Tryin' to wash away the pain inside Well, I'm sick and I'm all done in And ain't even high I hate to go home alone But what else is new And I'm standin' in the rain And I feel like I'm gonna cry

Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love With burning love I feel my temperature rising Like the sweet song of a choir You light my morning sky 'Cause your kisses lift me higher Lord Almighty, Higher higher It's burning through to my soul

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Girl I got you so high, and I know you like, So come and push it on me, if it feels alright, When you drop it low, and break me off, No, she doesn't mind (aight) she doesn't mind (aight) she doesn't mind. No, she doesn't mind (aight) she doesn't mind