Man at the crossroads, with a voice of anticipation,
He's playing Elmore James and reciting lamentations,
I am one, I am two, to whom the stroke was due, yeah.

Up here in this tower for forty-eight hours, without food, or drink, or water,
Maybe I ought to...
Maybe I ought to...

Try to remind yourself to tell yourself it doesn't really matter,
Why are my lips so blue, my pulse ever getting shallow'
Didn't hurt - whatever do you mean'
Didn't feel a thing.

Up here in this tower for forty-eight hours, without food, or drink, or water,
Maybe I ought to...
Yeah, maybe I ought to...

Know I could hear it, if the truth be told,
I'll step right up, pop the tripwire soul,
My bolt action, my dissatisfaction.

Oh, up here in this tower for forty-eight hours, without food, or drink, or water,
Maybe I ought to...
Maybe I ought to...
Maybe, maybe I ought to...
Oh, maybe I ought to...