I look straight in the window
Try not to look below
Pretend I'm not up here
I try counting sheep
The sheep seem to shower
Off this office tower
It's 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
I can't look below me
Or something will throw me
I curse at the windstorm
That October brings
I look straight in the boardroom
A modern pharaoh's tomb
I'd gladly swap places
If they'd care to dive
They're lined up at the window
Peer down into limbo
They're frighened 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
The 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...
