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?
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