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 begin
 CHORUS:
 If 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?
 Garbage trucks and taxi cabs 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
 CHORUS UNTIL END