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?

Garbage trucks and taxi cabs

Don't seem like they can reach me here

The clamor of jack-hammers seems so faint

The way you treat me like the only

Slightly brings me down a lot

I don't think 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?