Good God, don't jump
A boy sat on the ledge
An old man who had fainted was revived
And ev'ryone agreed 'twould be a miracle indeed
If the boy survived
Save the life of my child
Cried the desperate mother
A woman from the supermarket ran to call the cops
"He must be high of something" someone said
Though it never made the New York Times
In the Daily News the caption read
Save the life of my child
Cried the desperate mother
A patrol car passing by halted to a stop
Said Officer McDougal in dismay
"The force can' do a descent job
'Cause the kids got no respect for the law today"
Save the life of my child
Cried the desperate mother
What's becoming of the children
People asking each other
When darkness fell
Exitement kissed the crowd and made them wild
The atmosphere was freaky holiday
When the spotlight hits the boy
And the crowd began to cheer
He flew away
Oh, my grace, I've got no hiding place
Oh, my grace, I've got no hiding place...
Writer(s): Paul Simon
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