One, two, three, four.When the neighbors get to calling the cops, don't stop.We get stuck in a rut between fighting and loving.That ain't how it's supposed to be.Let's quit with the whiskey, baby.Come with me.Let's rise above this misery.We should take the high road.Light the candles on the man who feels the love.And let the night spin.We should take the high road.I got some bud from my buddy printing money up in Colorado.He says it'll make us fly so good.We should take the high road.Yeah.I was thinking.Maybe we could burn a little something before we burn this bridge.Yeah.Maybe we could burn a little something before we burn this bridge.Because the drinking ain't working, girl.We're drowning this relationship.No *.If you pour out your cup, I could roll us one up.And we'll see where this thing goes.If we take the high road.Light the candles on the man who feels the love.And let the night spin real slow.Yeah.I got some bud from my buddy printing money up in Colorado.I got some bud from my buddy printing money up in Colorado.He says it'll make us fly so good.Yeah.We should take the high road.High road.Let's go, baby.Let's go, baby.Hey.Can you feel it?Yeah.Yeah.We should take the high road.Light the candles on the man who feels the love.And let the night spin.And let the night spin real slow.Yeah.I got some bud from my buddy printing money up in Colorado.He says it'll make us fly so good.Come on.We should take the high road.Yeah.Come on, baby.Yeah.We should take the high road.Light the candles on the man who feels the love.The night's been real slowI got some bug from my buddy BrentMoney up in ColoradoHe says it'll make us flySo we should take the high roadOh, *Oh, *