Lyrics:

Our father who art in a penthousebr /Sits in his 37th floor suitebr /And swivels to gaze downbr /At the city he made me inbr /He allows me to stand andbr /Sollicit graffiti untilbr /He needs the land I stand onbr /I in my darkened thresholdbr /Am pawing through my pocketsbr /The receipts, the bus schedulesbr /The matchbook phone numbersbr /The urgent napkin poemsbr /All of which laundering has renderedbr /Pulpy and strangebr /Loose change and a keybr /Ask mebr /Go ahead, ask me if I carebr /I got the answer herebr /I wrote it down somewherebr /I just gotta find itbr /I just gotta find itbr /br /Somebody and their spraypaint got too closebr /Somebody came on too heavybr /Now look at me made uglybr /By the drooling lettersbr /I was better off alonebr /Ain't that the way it isbr /They don't know the first thingbr /But you don't know thatbr /Until they take the first swingbr /My fingers are red and swollen from the coldbr /I'm getting bold in my old agebr /So go ahead, try the doorbr /It doesn't matter anymorebr /I know the weakhearted are strongwilledbr /And we are being kept alivebr /Until we're killedbr /He's up there the icebr /Is clinking in his glassbr /I don't askbr /I just empty my pockets and waitbr /It's not fatebr /It's just circumstancebr /I don't fool myself with romancebr /I just livebr /Phone number to phone numberbr /Dusting them against my thighsbr /In the warmth of my pocketsbr /Which whisper history incessantlybr /Asking mebr /Where were youbr /br /I lower my eyesbr /Wishing I could cry morebr /And care less,br /Yes it's true,br /I was trying to love someone again,br /I was caught caring,br /Bearing weightbr /br /But I love this city, this statebr /This country is too largebr /And whoever's in charge up therebr /Had better take the elevator downbr /And put more than change in our cupbr /Or else webr /Are comingbr /Up