Guitar – Cake – letras

i’m sitting by the window of your thirty-second floor apartmentwaiting for your phone calls all to endi’m sitting watching wind blowwatching time gowatching cars go byi’m waiting for these memories to beginif i threw my guitarout the window, so far downwould i start to regret itor would i smile and watch it slowly fall?garbage trucks and taxi cabsdon’t seem like they can reach me herethe clamor of jack-hammers seems so faintthe way you treat me like the onlyslightly brings me down a loti don’t think i’ll ever be the sameif i threw my guitarout the window, so far downwould i start to regret it