There you sit, throwing diamonds in the wishing well   Casting stones upon the lake   Wanting freedom, freedom from yourself   But you know that you just won't leave you alone         Looking out the window of the boardroom   Where you buy your fortunes and sell your souls   Peering down to the streets below   Forty stories to a story not yet told         So fly away from the building   Fly away into softer surroundings   Fly away from the feeling that you're alone         You pass the bridges in your fancy cars   They wander the streets alone in the cold, in the dark   Don't want the life they've lived so far   Midnight whiskey and the cold are their homes         So fly away from the building   Fly away and find a place where you can rest   Fly away from the feelings   Fly away         Could I climb a bridge so tall   When the October wind blows?   What would happen if I should happen to fall?   Would anybody care? Would anybody even know?         So I fly away from the building   Fly away and I fall into the hands of the angels   Fly away from the feelings   Fly away