Afraid of Heights

He has no idea how he's gotten up here,
Or now it is morning, how to get down,
With a lump in his throat he surveys the view,
Regretting his trip into town.

He hopes and prays there is help on the way,
He's afraid of heights, he can't even look down,
He swears that if he gets home in one piece,
He'll stop drinking and playing the clown.