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.]