Nickelback - High Time (Official Lyric Video)

“High Time“ is OUT NOW: Pre-order upcoming album 'Get Rollin' Here: For more Nickelback, visit: @nickelback High Time Same old, same town, Going nowhere, Need a brand new view in front of me Don’t need no map no need to pack And don’t care much if we come back Sittin’ still just wasn’t meant for me Some folks just go Straight & Narrow Turns out that life ain’t right for me Cause every time we cross state lines The grass we find on the other side Always seems to twist up twice as green Well it’s high time you and I got rollin’ Some place else we just gotta be That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen Looked like hell but felt like home to me Strummin’, thumpin’ on the dashboard Purple haze makes it hard to see Two rearview dice, three friends of mine And four bald tires still rollin right Taste of inspiration’s all we need. Well it’s high time you and I got rollin’ (Like a rollin’ stone) Some place else we just gotta be That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen (Ain’t been stollen long) Looked like hell but felt like home to me Eagles got us down to California (Songs we’re singing on) Beach boys got us surfin’ on the sea We got stoned goin’ up to Colorado (We been smoking’ on) And couldn’t see the forest for the trees Better take a picture Cause baby I can betcha that We won’t be round here for long Freedom train keeps movin’ on Stoppin’ off and take it slow Top it off when we get low Only way that this can last If you got ass, the grass or gas. Clappin’, Tappin’, get your groove on. Front seat drums and back seat harmonies, when we drive by your country side stick out your thumb if you need a ride No one knows just where this road will lead Well it’s high time you and I got rollin’ (Like a rollin’ stone) Some place else we just gotta be That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen (Ain’t been stollen long) Looked like hell but felt like home to me Eagles got us down to California (Songs we’re singing on) Beach boys got us surfin’ on the sea We got Rocky Mountain high in Colorado (We been smoking’ on) And couldn’t see the forest for the trees