The Loneliness Of A Tower Crane Driver

Gotta get out of TV 
Just pick a point and go 
The ticker-tape tangles my feet 
As I search for a face that I know 
Come on, tower crane driver 
There's not so far to go 

I must have been working the ropes 
When your hand slipped from mine 
Now I live off the mirrors and smoke 
It's a joke, a fix, a lie 
Come on, tower crane driver 
Oh so far to fall 

Send up a prayer in my name 
Just the same 
They say I'm on top of my game 
Dwindle gentle rose 
Send up a prayer in my name