High and Dry

Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that’s pretty clever don’t you boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop You’d kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never, ever stop You broke another mirror, you’re turning into something you are not

Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry

Drying up in conversation, you’ll be the one who cannot talk All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love They’re the ones who’ll hate you when you think you’ve got the world all sussed out They’re the ones who’ll spit on you, you’ll be the one screaming out

Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry

Oh, it’s the best thing that you ever had, the best thing that you ever, ever had. It’s the best thing that you ever had, the best thing you have had has gone away.

Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry Don’t leave me high, Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry