Lyrics

I broke my suitcase on the viaduct and Miss Pross said she'd sew a new handle on
I met Ramona in the waiting room and we decided to get lost in the gamelan
Then she took me up to the attic to show me how she was really feeling
And we laughed when I lost my shirt and my foot fell through the ceiling

I wave, wave, wave from above
I wave, wave, wave at you, love
I wave, wave, wave from above
On the viaduct

I saw Baloo shaking them trees as I was crossin over the interstate
He was reaching for the prickly pears, tryin to put on a little winter's weight
He told to stand upon his shoulders
Cuz the ones at the top are the sweetest
And I know first hand, just what he means, yes I can feel it,
I can feel it too

I wave, wave, wave from above
I wave, wave, wave at you, love
I wave, wave, wave from above
On the viaduct

I make no haste
For if it goes to waste
It was meant to perish now
I make no haste
I take a good taste
One that I can cherish now
One that I can cherish now

And the on-lookers can think whatever they please, but to me it feels just as real
Maybe even a little bit better, see I got no problem with frozen custard meals
And I'll probably stay up here quite a bit longer
See I'm just liking it this way
Yes I think I'll like it just fine, staying up here the rest of my days,
rest of my days I'll...

Wave, wave, wave from above
I wave, wave, wave at you, love
I wave, wave, wave from above
On the viaduct