Lyrics:

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

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

Cant look below me or something might throw me

Curse at the wind storms that October brings



I look [straight] in the boardroom; a modern pharoh'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

Then with my family and my pastor and my

grandfather whose

Dead



I 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?



[When I fall

When I fall

When I fall

When I fall

When I…..hmmm..mmmm.]