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 begin

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 clammer 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

Yeah, 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

Fall, fall, fall,

Fall, fall, fall,

Fall, fall, fall...