I don't want to get in fights on private flights to paradise, no more
And I don't wanna suffer fools and sycophants by swimming pools and dance floors

I just want a high that don't end low
A hat to call my home
A bag that won't hold much
And a simple song to sing when I'm alone

Oh

I've been kind to angry souls in hopes they wouldn't be so cold and empty
And I don't wanna live off crumbs and wait for love that never comes to get me

I just want a high that don't end low
A hat to call my home
A bag that won't hold much
And a simple song to sing when I'm alone
And it might go, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la

Ooh

Yeah, I think I'm gonna leave this town, let a little bit of open road surround me out there
'Cause you can't be lonely when you stare into that sunny yellow flare, oh, yeah

I just want a high that don't end low
A hat to call my home
A bag that won't hold much
A dog who lives the dream
Some booze that I can feel
A good day once a week
And a simple song to sing when I'm alone
And it might go la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la