|
i'm sitting by the window of your thirty-second floor apartment |
|
waiting for your phone calls all to end |
|
i'm sitting watching wind blow |
|
watching time go |
|
watching cars go by |
|
i'm waiting for these memories to begin |
|
if i threw my guitar |
|
out the window, so far down |
|
would i start to regret it |
|
or would i smile and watch it slowly fall? |
|
garbage trucks and taxi cabs |
|
don't seem like they can reach me here |
|
the clamor of jack-hammers seems so faint |
|
the way you treat me like the only |
|
slightly brings me down a lot |
|
i don't think i'll ever be the same |
|
if i threw my guitar |
|
out the window, so far down |
|
would i start to regret it |
|
or would i smile and watch it slowly fall? |
