Lyrics: Bobby Wood/Dan Auerbach/Fredrick James Mullis, Jr.
Music: Bobby Wood/Dan Auerbach/Fredrick James Mullis, Jr.
I kinda sorta wish that I could keep clean
In the kinda sorta way that I used to be
A child-like belief, and time's been the thief all along
It's the view from this high horse I'm on
A favorite dream, it seems of just passin' the time
Too much nicotine, caffeine and wine
My milk mustache shaved, things I once craved make me yawn
It's the view from this high horse I'm on
I can't remember the last time that I climbed a tree
Now when I'm high, there ain't much that I wanna see
All I remember is wakin' up under the sand
Why can't I go out at night and just have one little drink or two?
Or three, or four
I sorta wish that I could keep clean
The kinda sorta way that I used to be
A child-like belief, and time's been the thief all along
It's the view from this high horse I'm on
The view from this high horse I'm on