Counting Crows

Can you see me
Up on the building
From down on the pavement
Or out in the crowd?
Can you see me
In the glare of the lamppost?
'Cause I am walking a tightrope
Into the moon
I don't want to feel so different
But I don't want to be insignificant, and I
Don't know how to see the same things different
Now
Oh can you see me?
I am one in a million
Yeah, I'm Icarus falling
Out of the sun
Could you see me fall in the light of spotlights and jackknife
Through night as black as a bedroom
And white as a lie?
I don't want to feel so different