How thick the glass between you and the ground
From what heights the fall
How far the way down
How many times have I seen you
Pressing your body up against that slick slab of water and sand
Looking down
Looking out
Looking up
What do you see outside this confining ward
Where the doors never lead to the outside
There is a room on the end
With a pay phone
If you know someone who'll accept collect charges
You can sing to them
Tell them they aborted our first child
That you saw them carrying the body through
The waiting room
Or maybe it wasn't the body at all
I'm still convinced of the abortion
Someone around here knows
The ones who are crying all the time
The one with souls
Not the ones arranging table chairs in a row
Telling us it's an airplane like we're going home
I never understood what that was all about
Still I made that trip
Knowing nothing more than
How thick the glass
Thick enough to keep from breaking as I
Ran into it
Tall, such heights, 4 stories to be exact
A long fall, far enough to break every bone in your body
Bust open your head and spill your thoughts to the cement
How many times that was my goal

But the ******* glass was too thick