Looking Over from My Hotel Window

<br>Age 39, looking over from my hotel window,<br><br>Blue dots and red dots skating away in the park.<br><br>I used to be there twenty years ago,<br><br>Huffing over a mug hot chocolate drink.<br><br><br><br>Age 39, looking over from my hotel wind,<br><br>Wondering if one should jump off or go to sleep.<br><br>People tell you up is better than down,<br><br>But they never tell you which is up and which is down.<br><br><br><br>Age 39, looking over from my hotel wind,<br><br>95 pound bundle but its trouble when theres nowhere to leave.<br><br>People say stardust and golddust are it,<br><br>But they never tell you it chokes you just as sawdust do.<br><br><br><br>Age 39, feeling pretty suicidal,<br><br>The weight gets heavier when youve bled thirty years.<br><br>Show me your blood, john, and Ill show you mine,<br><br>They say its running even when youre asleep.<br><br><br><br>No trace of resentment, no trace of regrets,<br><br>One bloods thinner but both look red and fresh.<br><br>If I ever die, please go to my daughter<br><br>And tell her that she used to haunt me in my dreams.<br><br>(thats saying a lot for a neurotic like me.)<br><br><br><br>Age 39, looking over from my hotel window,<br><br>Trying to tackle away with heart of clay.<br><br>The weight gets lighter when theres nowhere to turn,<br><br>Gods little dandruff floating in the air.<br><br><br><br>Age 39, looking over the world,<br><br>Age 39, floating over the world,<br><br>Age 39,...mm-mm...floating along.