INTRO: D G A Bm D/F# G (x2)
DGABmD/F#G
I look straight in the window, try not to look below
DGAEG
Pretend I'm not up here, I try counting sheep
The sheep seem to shower, off this office tower
It's 9.8 straight down, I can't stop my knees.
CHORUS:
BmAEG
I wish I could fly, from this building, from this wall.
BmAEG
And if I should try, would you catch me, if I fall.
My hands clench the squeegee, a seclar rosary
Hang onto your wallet, hand onto your rings.
I can't look below me, something might throw me.
I 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 line up at the window, peer down into limbo
Frightened of jumping, in case they survive.
GA
And I wish I could step, from this scaffold,
BmD/F#EG
Onto soft green grass and shopping malls,
GABmAD
And bed, and my family, and my pastor and my grandfather
EG
Whose dead.
Look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearer
I look like a painter, behind all the grease.
But painting's creating, and I'm just erasing
A crystal clear canvas, is my masterpiece.