He was seen on the 15th floor,
Straight up and straight down.
He seemed to lean into the wind,
And scream like an old bloodhound.

Two more inches will do it,
Midnight to mid-day.
There was always a crowd,
A traffic jam and someone to pray.

Heaven above hold him back,
Hold out and hold on.
He would say to himself,
"I'll be bigger than life when I'm gone."

He's a legend unto himself, a legend unto himself.
There's nothing between him and the pavement,
And there's nothing between him or anyone else.

Everyday he would try,
Two feet up, two feet down.
Fifteen stories high,
Became old familiar ground.

Nice view of the river today,
Sunrise and sunset.
A lady screamed on the street below.
He wished he hadn't noticed just yet.

Kind of peaceful up here all alone,
Hang out, hang around.
Until everyone comes to see,
Again they'll all be let down.

He's a legend unto himself, a legend unto himself.
There's nothing between him and the pavement,
And there's nothing between him or anyone else.

He leaned out far today,
Too far, too close.
He closed his eyes and he felt the wind,
he could hear the silence of the crowd almost.

15 stories is quite a tall tale,
Straight up and straight down.
The crowd disappeared and the traffic returned.
The legend spread quickly through town.

He became a legend unto himself, a legend unto himself.