"St. Andrew's Hall" lyrics

Big stretch, not much sleep
And a big palm tree rubbing against my cheek
I got a bright blue Saturday
In the rummage, sellin' 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 sitting in the corner
Staring straight in the eyes of Jesus Christ

One porch, one dog
One cockroach, only one way to be
Outside I got sewage fruit and they growing out back from roots
And I don't know if they belong to me

Oh, 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'

If you were sittin' on the edge of this building
With-a twenty below
Twenty below
Twenty below
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 easy way
So, if I see you walking hand in hand in hand
With a three armed man
I'll understand
But you should have been in my shoes, yesterday
You should have been in my shoes, yesterday

Pockets full of crappiness
Can't piece together my day
So I pose myself this question
Maybe sleeps gonna get me in the shade
I got my head buried in this pillow
I got my head buried in this pillow
So low