there's only sixty days 'til christmas

so the metal must be cold

as the jumper's fingers struggle

with the choice to free or hold

and when he looks up for compassion

you only bring him down

you've been waiting here for hours

to see him jump, splash, and drown



turn your head and walk

turn your head and walk

turn your head and walk away

turn your head and walk

turn your head and walk

turn your head and walk away



you leave your cars and hit the rail

all to anxious for the action

it's a piece of conversation

guaranteeing satisfaction

and tomorrow at the office

you got yourself a 1 2 3 4 5 star reaction

you lucky people you ran head on

into a roadside attraction



turn your head and walk

turn your head and walk

turn your head and walk away

turn your head and walk

turn your head and walk

turn your head and walk away



this free fall's a free for all

for those with rubber mouths

why don't you come on down to ringside

watch the jumper heading south

there'll be ooh's and aah's to orchestrate

the way he jerks the hesitates

a meeting with morality

is always worth the wait



turn your head and walk

turn your head and walk

turn your head and walk away

turn your head and walk away

turn your head and walk away

turn your head and walk away

walk away walk away