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 will 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
I look straight in the mirror
Watch it come clearer
I look like a painter
Behind all the grease
But painting's 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
When I fall
When I fall
When I fall
When I fall