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
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  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
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