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
its 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 might throw me
i 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, i 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