When your hand slipped from mine
Send up a prayer in my name
As I search for a face that I know
Come on, tower crane driver
Just the same
I must have been working the ropes
There's not so far to go
Oh, so far to fall
The ticker-tape tangles my feet
It's a joke, a fix, a lie
Now I live off the mirrors and smoke
Dwindle gentle rose
Come on, tower crane driver
They say I'm on top of my game