Lirama

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

refrain:
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 lightly
Only slightly brings me down a lot
I don't think that I'll ever be the same

refrain