I was just a normal guy, life was just a nine to five   With bills and pressure piled up to the sky   She never asked, she knew I'd be hanging with my wilder friends   Looking for some other way to fly      And three days straight was no big feat   To get by on no food or sleep and crazy was becoming my new norm   I'd pass out on the bedroom floor   And sleep right through the calm before the storm      My life was just an old routine   Every day the same damn thing   I couldn't even tell I was alive   I tell you the high cost of livin'   Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high      That Southern Baptist parking lot is where I'd go to smoke my pot   Sit there in my pickup truck and pray   And staring at that giant cross just reminded me that I was lost   And it just never seemed to point the way      As soon as Jesus turned his back I'd find my way across the track   Lookin' just to score another deal   With my back against that damn eight ball   I didn't have to think or talk or feel      My life was just an old routine   Every day the same damn thing   I couldn't even tell I was alive   I tell you the high cost of livin'   Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high      My whole life went through my head   Layin' in that motel bed watchin' as the cops kicked in the door   I had a job and a piece of land, my sweet wife was my best friend   But I traded that for cocaine and a whore      With my new found sobriety I've got the time to sit and think   Of all the things I had and threw away   This prison is much colder than   That one that I was locked up in just yesterday      My life is just an old routine   Every day the same damn thing   Hell, I can't even tell if I'm alive   I tell you the high cost of livin'   Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high   I tell you the high cost of livin'   Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high      Just leave that stuff alone