She hates her job, loves her kids,

bored with her husband, tired of the same old list of things to do.

So when the to -do's have all been done, she sits down at the kitchen table,

rolls herself a fat one.

The smoke's so sweet, fills the air, she maybe ought to crack a window.

All she can do is stare at the paint that's been peeling off of the walls.

A couple of talks and her troubles don't seem all that tall.

You know life will let you down, love will leave you lonely.

Sometimes the only way to get by is to get high.

She laughs out loud at who she used to be.

The girl who'd look down on the woman smoking weed in her kitchen.

Sometimes she misses them younger days,

seeing the world through rose -colored glasses instead of this purple haze.

You know life will let you down, love will leave you lonely.

Sometimes the only way to get by is to get high.

So she tucks her kids in at night, kisses her husband, turns off the light and talks to God.

Says, Lord, help me accept what I can't change, but until I learn to do that,

thanks for the Mary Jane.

You know life will let you down, love's gonna leave you lonely.

Sometimes the only way to get by is to get high.

Yeah, sometimes the only way to get by is to get high.