Big stretch and not much sleep

I got a couple of palm 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 standin' on the corner

starin' straight

Into the eyes of Jesus Christ



One porch, one dog, one cockroach only

one 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

an 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


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