St. Andrew's Hall

Big stretch and not much sleep I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek And it's a bright blue Saturday And the rummage sellin' the rubbish to me But if I could buy the sky, that's hanging Over this bed of mine If I could climb these vines And maybe see what you're seeing If you were standing' on the corner staring straight Into the eyes of Jesus Christ One porch, one dog, one cockroach only one 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 hanging Over this bed of mine And if I could climb these vines And maybe see what you're seeing Sitting at the edge of this building Twenty stories below, 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 an 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