I'm getting a contact high from a resin pipe Oyster shooters and warm Busch Light If you ever seen a shooting star in the after Well, there's a mountain of a man in an F250 Singing Merle and Cash, drinking Old Crow Whiskey He told me that I might just be a star So, I'm sitting here high and dry, waiting on the sun Wishing that high tide would set me, go on and set me free Cause I finally broke loose of the sandy bottom The anchor that held me has done and gone broke free Go on and set me free Well, I think seen a big ol' sea monster That or the shrooms were a little bit stronger Feeling like I'm sinking while these white caps rage Well, I had to have an anchor just like a woman But after a fight with the gale wind blowing Decide to break up and go our separate ways Now I'm a shadow on the reef laying under the wave Cause I can see the beach from here and I feel free Davey Jones works, just got the best of me So, I'm sitting here high and dry, waiting on the sun Wishing that high tide would set me, go on and set me free Cause I finally broke loose of the sandy bottom The anchor that held me has done and gone broke free Go on and set me free Free, free, free Free, free, free