The Loneliness of a Tower Crane Driver - elbow

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

No I live off the mirrors and smoke

It’s a joke, a fix, a lie

Come on, tower crane driver

Oh so far to throw

Send up a prayer in my name

Just the same

They say I’m on top of my game

Send up a prayer in my name