Big stretch,not much sleep
i got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek
AND ITS a bright,blue Saturday
and the rummage sells the rubbish to me
But if I could buy the sky, that's hanging
over this bed of mine
If I could climb these vines
and maybe see what you're seeing
If you were standing' on the corner staring straight
into the eyes of Jesus Christ
One porch, one dog, one cockroach only one way to be
Outside I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots
I don't know if they belong to me
But if I could find the sky that's hanging
over this bed of mine
And if I could climb these vines
and maybe see what you're seeing
Sitting at the edge of this building,
twenty stories below ,
twenty stories below
Twenty sotries below
Twenty stories below
Twenty stories below
And I can't tell you, how many ways that I've sat
and viewed my life today, but I can tell you
I don't think that I can find an easier way
So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand
with a three armed man, I'll understand
But you should've been in my shoes yesterday
You should've been in my shoes yesterday