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
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 like the only Slightly brings me down a lot I don�t think that I�ll ever be the same
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?