There's only sixty days 'til ChristmasnSo the metal must be coldnAs the jumper's fingers strugglenWith the choice to free or holdnAnd when he looks up for compassionnYou only bring him downnYou've been waiting here for hoursnTo see him jump, splash, and drownnnTurn your head and walknTurn your head and walknTurn your head and walk awaynTurn your head and walknTurn your head and walknTurn your head and walk awaynnYou leave your cars and hit the railnAll too anxious for the actionnIt's a piece of conversationnGuaranteeing satisfactionnAnd tomorrow at the officenYou got yourself a 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 star reactionnYou lucky people you ran head onnInto a roadside attractionnnTurn your head and walknTurn your head and walknTurn your head and walk awaynTurn your head and walknTurn your head and walknTurn your head and walk awaynnThis free fall's a free for allnFor those with rubber mouthsnWhy don't you come on down to ringsidenWatch the jumper heading southnThere'll be oohs and aahs to orchestratenThe way he jerks the hesitatesnA meeting with moralitynIs always worth the waitnnTurn your head and walk (walk away)nTurn your head and walk (walk away)nTurn your head and walk (walk away)nTurn your head and walk (walk away)nTurn your head and walk (walk away)nTurn your head and walk (walk away)nAnd walk away, walk away