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The Crane
1 ReviewsWhat's that crane doing out there?
There's a crane outside my window
On the street below.
It's so quiet, sad, alone, and still...
I almost thought it was dead.
It's sitting next to where the sidewalk used to be.
It's been there for at least a day.
I walked by it earlier.
It didn't respond, and it was totally alone.
I wish someone would take it away.
I'd ask about it, but I don't know who to call
It's creepy sitting out there.
And I don't want to think about what people could do with it.
There's a crane outside my window
And the job it did is done.
So why is it still there?
Construction never seemed so lonely
As that crane does under the moon.
On the street below.
It's so quiet, sad, alone, and still...
I almost thought it was dead.
It's sitting next to where the sidewalk used to be.
It's been there for at least a day.
I walked by it earlier.
It didn't respond, and it was totally alone.
I wish someone would take it away.
I'd ask about it, but I don't know who to call
It's creepy sitting out there.
And I don't want to think about what people could do with it.
There's a crane outside my window
And the job it did is done.
So why is it still there?
Construction never seemed so lonely
As that crane does under the moon.
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