Hang on to your wallet, hang on to your rings
Can't look below me, something would throw me
Curse at the windstorms that October brings

I look straight 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

I 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?

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