Big stretch and not much sleep
I got a couple of plam trees on each side of my cheek
And its a bright blue Saturday
And the rummage sells the rubbish to me
But if I could buy the sky thats hangin
Over this bed of mine
If I could climb these vines
And maybe see what youre seein
If you were standing on the corner staring straight
Into the eyes of Jesus Christ
One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be
I got sewage fruit and its growing out back from roots
I dont know if they belong to me
But if I could buy the sky thats hangin
Over this bed of mine
And if I could climb these vines
and maybe see what youre seein
Sittin at the edge of this building,
Twenty stories below,
A twenty stories below
Twenty stories below
Twenty stories below
I cant tell you how many ways that Ive sat,
And viewed my life today, but I can tell you
I dont think that I can find easier way
So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand
With a three armed man, you know Ill understand
(Pockets full of crappiness
Cant piece together my day
So I pose myself this question
Maybe sleeps gonna get me in the shade
I got my head buried in this pillow
I got my head buried in this pillow
So low...)
But you should have been in my shoes yesterday
You should have been in my shoes yesterday
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