Big stretch and not much sleep   I got a couple of plam trees on each side of my cheek   And it's a bright blue Saturday   And the rummage sells the rubbish to me      But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'   Over this bed of mine   If I could climb these vines   And maybe see what you're seein'      If you were standing on the corner staring straight   Into the eyes of Jesus Christ      One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be   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 buy the sky that's hangin'      Over this bed of mine   And if I could climb these vines   and maybe see what you're seein'      Sittin' at the edge of this building,   Twenty stories below,   A' twenty stories below   Twenty stories below   Twenty stories below      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 easier way   So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand   With a three armed man, you know I'll understand      But you should have been in my shoes yesterday   You should have been in my shoes yesterday