Guitar
Cake
Prolonging The Magic (1998)

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 lightly 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?