Highest Building

Don’t you got a way of spinning a story

Don’t you got a way of stoking a fire

And the radio man and the newsprint chorus

They’re weaving it into the bright headlines

Don’t you got a way of making a mistake

Don’t you got a way of calling it right

Don’t you got a way of taking a good thing

And strangling out the last bit of light

In the palm of your hand is a worn out dollar

You stole from a man on the subway steps

With a cardboard sign said thank the father

But you ain’t spoke no thank you yet

Don’t you got a way of making a mistake

Don’t you got a way of calling it right

Don’t you got a way of getting off easy

Don’t you got a way of telling a lie

And the sun beats on the highest building

And a shadow on the street below

And there ain’t no fixing what’s been broken

And there ain’t no price for what’s been sold

Don’t you got a way of talking in circles

Don’t you got a way of talking too loud

Don’t you got a way of taking the fearful

And making them hate everybody else

Don’t you got a way of making a mistake

Don’t you got a way of calling it right

Don’t you got a way of taking a good thing

And strangling out the last bit of light