After the rain, a killer crane. After a rainbow. Across the sky, her gracious glide. Across the sea Across creation and over time. Her gracious life escapes its station. A cold wind blows, the
Sitting up on our crane. It always feels the same when we're up high,. 'Cause I feel like I'll fall and die. And I can't say goodbye to my friends,. 'Cause they're havin' a real good time
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
