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 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 fall