Nickelback - High Time (Official Music Video)

For more Nickelback, visit: Directed by Timothy Hiehle Filmed by: Austin Friedline Peter Hoang Ryan Mclemore Tanner Gallagher TImothy Hiehle Assistance and special thanks to Alana Lopez & Henry Nixon Lyrics: Verse 1 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 Sitting still just wasn’t meant for me Some folks just go straight and 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 (hey) Chorus 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 Verse 2 Strummin’, thumpin’ on the dashboard Purple haze makes it hard to see Two rear-view dice, three friends of mine And four bald tires still rollin’ right Taste of inspiration’s all we need (hey) Chorus 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 stolen 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 smokin’ on) And couldn’t see the forest for the trees Bridge 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 Verse 3 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 (hey) Chorus 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 stolen long) Looked like hell but felt like home to me (whoo!) 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 smokin’ on) Couldn’t see the forest for the trees