When I Fall

I look straight in the window try not to look below

Pretend I'm not up here try counting sheep

But the sheep seem to shower off this office tower

Nine-point-eight straight down I can't stop my knees

I wish I could fly

From this building

From this wall

And if I should try

Would you catch me if I fall

My hands clench the squeegee my secular rosary

Hang on to your wallet hang on to your rings

Can't look below me or something might throw me

Curse at the windstorms that October brings

I look in the boardroom; a modern pharaoh's tomb

I'd gladly swap places if they care to dive

They're lined up at the window peer down into limbo

They're frightened of jumping in case they survive

I wish I could step from this scaffold

Onto soft green pastures shopping malls or bed

With my family and my pastor and my grandfather who's Dead

Look straight in the mirror watch it come clearer

I look like a painter behind all the grease

But paintings creating and I'm just erasing

A crystal-clear canvas is my masterpiece

I wish I could fly

From this building

From this wall

And if I should try

Would you catch me if I fall

I wish I could fly

From this building

From this wall

And if I should try

Would you catch me if I fall