High Times from Human Conditions by Eliot Wilder

I used to be good for something
I'm trying to recall just what I did
I used to build things with my own two hands
Lived pretty much off the grid
Ain't no place for me in this world
No one cares what I say
You wouldn't recognize me on the street
Or remember my birthday

High times, high times
They are gone forever
High times, high times
A wasted endeavor

You once looked to me for answers
But I guess I answered wrong
Now you shun me when you see me
You ain't singing my song
Wish I could undo all my sins
And be held in high regard
But now I'm puttering here in Nowheresville
Selling dreams by the yard

I wish you'd call me up sometime
And tell me how you feel
I so loved the sound of your voice
How it chimed like a glockenspiel
I know that you are busy, yeah
Doing important work
But this is me, yeah this is I
This sad ol' dumb-ass berk

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