The Loneliness of a Tower Crane Driver

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