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 cockroach 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