But you should have been in my shoes yesterday
Twenty stories below, twenty stories below
If you were standing
And maybe see what you're seein'
I got my head buried in this pillow
Over this bed of mine
And viewed my life today but I can tell you
Twenty stories below, a twenty stories below
I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots
So I pose myself this question
Into the eyes of Jesus Christ
I got my head buried in this pillow, so low
And if I could climb these vines
But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'
And maybe see what you're seein'
Sittin' at the edge of this building
And it's a bright blue Saturday
Pockets full of crappiness can't piece together my day
If I could climb these vines
And the rummage sells the rubbish to me
I can't tell you how many ways that I've sat
With a three armed man, you know I'll understand
But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'
So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand
I don't think that I can find easier way
I don't know if they belong to me
Maybe sleeps gonna get me in the shade
One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be
On the corner staring straight
Over this bed of mine
