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
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
Can´t look below me, or something might throw me
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

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?