When I Fall

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. . .