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 Now I live off the mirrors and smoke It's a joke, a fix, a lie Come on, tower crane driver Oh, so far to fall Send up a prayer in my name Just the same They say I'm on top of my game Dwindle gentle rose Send up a prayer in my name