There you sit, throwing diamonds in the wishing well
Casting stones upon the lake
Wanting freedom, freedom from yourself
But you know that you just won't leave you alone


Looking out the window of the boardroom
Where you buy your fortunes and sell your souls
Peering down to the streets below
Forty stories to a story not yet told


So fly away from the building
Fly away into softer surroundings
Fly away from the feeling that you're alone


You pass the bridges in your fancy cars
They wander the streets alone in the cold, in the dark
Don't want the life they've lived so far
Midnight whiskey and the cold are their homes


So fly away from the building
Fly away and find a place where you can rest
Fly away from the feelings
Fly away


Could I climb a bridge so tall
When the October wind blows?
What would happen if I should happen to fall?
Would anybody care? Would anybody even know?


So I fly away from the building
Fly away and I fall into the hands of the angels
Fly away from the feelings
Fly away