Guitar

I'm sitting by the window of your 32nd floor apartment
waiting for your phonecalls 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 dont seem like they can reach me here
the clamour of jackhammers seems so faint
well the way you treat me like the only slighty
brings me down a lot
I dont think that I'll ever be the same

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