I get high just to see you I got a letter written out but I know you'll never read it I ain't lucid I sure as hell ain't dreaming I get high cause letting go ain't easy There ain't a vice in all New England that could curb the urge I keep holding on to you I keep holding on to you I keep holding on to you How's your folks I ain't talked to them since Christmas Does my name come up does your family forgive me I know I'm useless but I'm working on it How's your folks, how's your car, how's your studio apartment in the city There ain't a vice in Massachusetts that could curb the urge I keep holding on to you I keep holding on to you I keep holding on to you There ain't a vice on Saratoga that could curb the urge I get high just to see you