I'm siting by the window
of your 32nd floor apartment
waiting for your phone calls all to end
I'm siting 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 smile and watch it slowly fall
fall
fall
Garbage trucks and taxi cabs
dont seem like they can reach me hear the
clammer of Jack hamered seems so faint
well the way you treat me like the only
slightly brings me down alot I dont
think that 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 smile and watch it slowly fall
fall
fall
fall....
