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

Oh, 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"

Oh, 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?