Impossible to be looking down from the bottom
So we're staring at the top
Drop of water, just a drop
Might fall from the leaking roofs, catch it before it's lost
Or from a broken gutter, still better than what we got
Down here just something to moisten the lips
Maybe wet the tongue
Enough to shout out whats wrong

The smog in the atmosphere
If I had three wishes I'd give up two
For one breath of fresh air

Sit in the mud
Wallowing til it drys
The drops coming from my eyes
Ought to call them the sky
But it's not rain
That turns the dirt back to mud
To wallow in
Re-***** up my duds
When I fall again
The days drag on
And the cycle repeats to no end