'Hundred Mile High' by Cameron Whitcomb – Lyrics & Meaning

Last year, we witnessed the steady rise of Cameron Whitcomb, a TikTok hopeful-turned-country folk hitmaker. Through phone screens, the Canadian artist rose to viral acclaim, consistently wowing fans with the emotion-addled anthems that would eventually appear on his debut EP, Quitter.

Since then, the young star has embarked on a headline tour, earned an even broader following along the way and littered a handful more gorgeously personal singles in his wake. He is coming into 2025 riding the same momentum, ready to captivate fans with what is becoming his trademark vulnerability and brutal honesty.

'Hundred Mile High' is his latest example of such hallmarks, the infectious new single an exposing glimpse into the intricacies that shade a heart and mind under the influence.

'Hundred Mile High' is an all-out anthem. While the song opens with the crisp pluck of erratic strings, the scratchy sound sparking embers in the ears, the tune eventually begins to thunder. By the chorus, it erupts into a turbulent mess of hearty rhythms, exuberant chords and distant harmonies.

It's an uplifting, carefree sound that doesn't quite mirror the turbulence stirring between the words.

"I take ski trips in August, and she's wearing linen white
I'm forgiving all my foes 'cause I ain't ever been this nice
Cold as ice, hot and bothered, co-dependent, just like my father
Farther gone but getting closer to smelling that lovely white aroma"

In 'Hundred Mile High', many of these things are not like the other. From the beginning, the song introduces a confounding slop of conflicting moments and feelings that seem to war throughout.

He's "cold as ice" and still "hot and bothered;" "farther gone" and yet "getting closer." There's even mentions of skiing in August, which is far from a summer activity, unless by hitting the slopes, he actually means doing drugs. With mentions of "smelling that lovely white aroma", this could be the case, the lyrics perhaps referring to a white-powder stimulant like cocaine or an amphetamine.

Whitcomb, through his music, has been candid about struggles with addiction and 'Hundred Mile High' is likely an extension of previous hits, like 'Quitter'.

"Please kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive," he pleads in the song, attesting that he'll do anything to slake a need: "I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight." He doubles down, saying he'll die without "her" and is more than willing to "walk a thousand miles to hit that hundred-mile high."

"So cold that I could see my breath
Floating down your silhouette
That choke hold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick"

Throughout the song, the artist seems to be jonesing for a fix, describing the addiction to a "choke hold that I can't resist." He needs a hit just to call up a friend and finds himself feeling and thinking things he doesn't want to.

If he takes too much, he says he panics, but if he quits he fears falling, so he's stuck in this tug-of-war, loving and fiending for something that makes him sick.

Toward the end of the song, he's left to wonder why, asking no one in particular why he is this way. "I contemplate my choices, knowing
Damn well, I ain't fine," he sings at the song's close, pondering why he'll "walk a thousand miles to hit that hundred-mile high."

"Why can't I love on something
Unless it makes me sick
Ah-oh, and it makes me sick
(Why can't I love on something
Unless it makes me sick)"

I take ski trips in August, and she's wearing linen white
I'm forgiving all my foes 'cause I ain't ever been this nice
Cold as ice, hot and bothered, co-dependent, just like my father
Farther gone but getting closer to smelling that lovely white aroma

Please kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive
I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight
She won't meet in the middle, but without her, I might die
So I'll walk a thousand miles to hit that hundred-mile-high

So cold that I could see my breath
Floating down your silhouette
That choke hold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick

Remember me so I won't forget
That I need a line to call all my friends
That choke hold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick

I take too much and panic, if I run out, I would fall
I'm disturbed and overrated, yeah, I can't seem to find the calm
And I can hear the police knocking, I could swear they're barging in
But it's just me, myself and I, and all these voices in my head

Please kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive
I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight
She won't meet in the middle, but without her, I might die
So I'll walk a thousand miles to hit that hundred-mile-high

So cold that I could see my breath
Floating down your silhouette
That choke hold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick

Remember me so I won't forget
That I need a line to call all my friends
That choke hold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick

Why can't I love on something
Unless it makes me sick
Ah-oh, and it makes me sick

(Why can't I love on something
Unless it makes me sick)

Thickets thorns the briar patch
A Winter storm, the fire's ash
I contemplate my choices, knowing
Damn well, I ain't fine
Through these alleyways and cul-de-sacs
For a can of worms and cognac
I'd walk a thousand miles to hit that hundred-mile-high

So cold that I could see my breath
Floating down your silhouette
That choke hold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick

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