Guitar

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 beginIf 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, fall, fall? yeaGarbage truck and taxi cab

Don't seem like they can reach me here

The clamor of jackhammers seems so faint

Well, 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, yeaIf 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, fall, fall?Fall, fall, fall

Fall, fall, fall

Fall, fall, fall