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?
