Big stretch and not much sleep
I got a couple of plam trees on each side of my cheek
And it´s a bright blue Saturday
And the rummage sells the rubbish to me

But if I could buy the sky that´s hangin´
Over this bed of mine
If I could climb these vines
And maybe see what you´re 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 it´s growing out back from roots
I don´t know if they belong to me
But if I could buy the sky that´s hangin´
Over this bed of mine
And if I could climb these vines
and maybe see what you´re seein´
Sittin´ at the edge of this building,
Twenty stories below,
A´ twenty stories below

Twenty stories below
Twenty stories below
I can´t tell you how many ways that I´ve sat,
And viewed my life today, but I can tell you
I don´t 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 I´ll understand
But you should have been in my shoes yesterday
You should have been in my shoes yesterday