Big stretch and not much sleep
And a big palm tree rubbing against my cheek
I got a bright and blue Saturday
And the rummage sellin' the rubbish to me
But if I could find 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 c___roach only one way to be
Outside 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 find 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,
When it's twenty below, twenty below
Twenty below
Twenty below

And 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, I'll understand

But you should've been in my shoes yesterday
You should've been in my shoes yesterday

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