Jumpers Lyrics

I lost track of information
I was blitzed by opinion
They're all over this town
From the 110th story on down
A lot of them aren't even jumpers
A lot of them are window washers
Who fall.
Opinions. And planes. And people.
All in the air
It won't make the papers if you don't photograph it
The air is filled with joy
And weariness with all lapidary bleakness

I lost track of information
I was blitzed by opinion
I lost track of information
I was blitzed by opinion
I lost track of information
I was blitzed by opinion
I lost track of information
Tell me, what would cause you to jump?

*adapted from Joan Didion's book, The White Album