One cockroach, only one way to be
With a three armed man, I'll understand
I got a bright blue Saturday
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

That's hangin' over this bed of mine
And I can't tell you, how many ways that I've sat
But you should have been
Straight into the eyes of Jesus Christ
And viewed my life today but I can tell you

And it's growing out back from roots
And maybe see what you're seeing, oh
And the rummage sellin' the rubbish to me
Oh, but if I could buy the sky

And maybe see what you're seeing
Stories below, stories below, below
And I don't know if they belong to me
Oh, you should have been
I don't think that I can find an easier way
Twenty stories below
If you were standin' on the corner staring
So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand
Oh, if I could climb these vines
In my shoes yesterday, oh
In my shoes yesterday
And if I could climb these vines

If you were sitting at the edge of this building
That's hangin' over this bed of mine
But if I could buy the sky
Outside I got sewage fruit
One porch, one dog