INTRO:  E A B C#m A  (x2) 

                       E          B                  C#m      A 
I look straight in the window,       try not to look below 
                E          B                     F#        A 
Pretend I'm not up here,          I try counting sheep 
                  E        B             C#m        A
The sheep seem to shower,    off this office tower 
         E              B                  F#       A
It's 9.8 straight down,    I can't stop my knees. 

CHORUS: 
                C#m            B                   F#       A 
I wish I could fly, from this building, from this wall. 
                C#m             B               F#       A 
And if I should try, would you catch me, if I fall.  

                   E           B             C#m      A 
My hands clench the squeegee,     a seclar rosary 
               E        B                  F#       A
Hang onto your wallet,     hang onto your rings. 
            E          B                C#m          A 
I can't look below me,   something might throw me.
               E              B                  F#       A
I curse at the windstorms,          that October brings. 

              E           B             C#m            A
I look in the boardroom,     a modern Pharaoh's tomb. 
                E         B                  F#       A
I'd gladly swap places,      if they care to dive 
                   E          B                 C#m      A
They're lined up at the window,      peer down into limbo 
               E         B               F#         A
Frightened of jumping,      in case they survive. 

               A                   B        
I wish I could step, from this scaffold, 
     C#m                   F#        
Onto soft green grass and shopping malls, 
    A           B              C#m            B         
or bed, with my family, and my pastor and my grandfather 
      F#     A 
who's dead. 

(softly)             E        B                C#m         A
Look straight in the mirror,     watch it come clearer
                E         B                  F#       A 
I look like a painter, behind all the grease. 
               E         B                  C#m         A
But painting's creating,     and I'm just erasing 
                E         B                  F#       A
B crystal clear canvas,          is my masterpiece. 


CHORUS: 
                C#m            B                   F#       A 
I wish I could fly, from this building, from this wall. 
                C#m             B               F#       A 
And if I should try, would you catch me, if I fall.  
                C#m            B                   F#       A 
I wish I could fly, from this building, from this wall. 
                C#m             B               F#       A 
And if I should try, would you catch me, if I fall.  

       E B C#m A    E B F# A
When I fall...     When I fall.... mmmmmm