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 cockroach 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 
But you should have been in my shoes yesterday
You should have been in my shoes yesterday