It's taken its toll,

A lack of control,

Sitting on rooftops, lighting up spliffs.

Sitting on hills, taking bong rips.

For years I've been doing this,

Sitting High Above the City

I always felt there was more.

Like a log washed up on shore.

I feel content,

Or is it this hit?

Have I maxed out life,

And this really is it?

Reached the end of the road

As satisfied as I could ever be.

Just me,

Sitting High Above the City

As the high wears off,

the low comes near,

A sudden rush of doubt and a creeping fear.

Did I live life to its fullest,

or did I waste it all,

Looking at the ground,

thinking about the fall?

My memories fail,

they're starting to get gritty,

Just remember these days of

Sitting High Above the City.

I look up and see a plane,

A sight that brings both joy and pain.

Oh, I wonder if that could ever be me,

Breaking free.

What does it take?

What life can I make?

I should drop the joint and sign myself up,

Taking a chance, filling my cup.

What is a life if I always wonder,

Lost in a thought of what could be?

Years later, I’ll be in that plane,

Sitting High Above the City