But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'
Over this bed of mine

I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots
Pockets full of crappiness can't piece together my day
But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'
Twenty stories below, twenty stories below
I can't tell you how many ways that I've sat
One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be
You should have been in my shoes yesterday
I got my head buried in this pillow
I got my head buried in this pillow, so low

Sittin' at the edge of this building
Over this bed of mine

And if I could climb these vines
If I could climb these vines
And maybe see what you're seein'
Maybe sleeps gonna get me in the shade
So I pose myself this question
So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand

If you were standing

On the corner staring straight
I don't think that I can find easier way
And it's a bright blue Saturday
And viewed my life today but I can tell you
With a three armed man, you know I'll understand
Twenty stories below, a twenty stories below
Into the eyes of Jesus Christ
I don't know if they belong to me
But you should have been in my shoes yesterday

And the rummage sells the rubbish to me
And maybe see what you're seein'