Iґm down here in the well
Looking back up at the hill
I thank heavens I fell
I must look more, like myself
Now everyone is so kind, everyone looks like a long lost friend of mine
Iґm on the top of the world again
When iґm looking up from under babylon
I had a home in the fields
Earnedmy wage in the factories there
And I was raised by the mill
And I worked with my brothers there
I told my mother Iґd always write
Headed west for the coast with the big city lights
Now mama Iґm so sorry Iґd forgotten
But now Iґm looking up from under babylon
Now tell me how far Iґve been
How deep was I in
Tell me how I conceived
The vanity to believe
That I would not be outnumbered
By the thumbs I have been under
Stray dogs in the street
Learn, how to beg, steal, borrow and cheat
And in the dead summer heat
I fell asleep with blood on my teeth
But those days before I met you girl
Were just ice-cream falling down
On the shoes of my world
Iґm so happy that youґre my friend
When weґre looking
Up from under babylon