Guitar

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 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 I smile and watch it slowly fall?