Testo 16th Floor

Counting pigeons out on Hollywood Boulevard,
What the hell am I doing here.
747 tail-light disappears.
Sun goes down over the alley ways and avenues
As the last light fades
I know I'll never see you again.

From the window of the 16th floor I lose my grip
From the window of the 16th floor
My fingers slip.

See the stars out on the sidewalk,
No stars in my eyes
Been a long time the rain,
Long time goodbyes.
I come looking for salvation in these city streets,
There's nothing I find