I look straight
in the window
Try not to look below
Pretend I'm not up here
Try counting sheep
The sheep seem to shower
Offthis office tower
lt'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 windstorms
That October brings
I look straight 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 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
Mmmmmmm