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 will throw me   I curse at the windstorm   That October brings      I look straight in the boardroom   A modern pharaoh's tomb   I'd gladly swap places   If they'd care to dive   They're lined up at the window   Peer down into limbo   They're frighened 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   Watch it come clearer   I look like a painter   Behind all the grease   The 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. . .