Gotta get out of TVnJust pick a point and gonThe ticker-tape tangles my feetnAs I search for a face that I knownCome on, tower crane drivernThere's not so far to gonnI must have been working the ropesnWhen your hand slipped from minenNow I live off the mirrors and smokenIt's a joke, a fix, a lienCome on, tower crane drivernOh, so far to fallnnSend up a prayer in my namenJust the samenThey say I'm on top of my gamenDwindle gentle rosenSend up a prayer in my name