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 @@#!roach 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


(Pockets full of crappiness
Can't 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