The Walk

Well deep in the woods where nothing is seen

A tightrope is strung to his heel

And high on the walk

He's down on one knee

He waits for the slow of the breeze



Oh

Wow

Look at him now on his feet

High up in the sky

And every moment stands endlessly

It feels as though time isn't moving

And every second

One breath not to breathe

I watch as he moves to the beat



While I'm on the floor

I watch from my seat

I watch as he sways with the trees

And slowly he moves but so elegantly

I'm more on the edge of my seat



On the tightrope everything's bare

All that there is

Is from here to there



On the tightrope the goal is quite clear

Don't lose yourself in your fear

Fear

Oh



Everyone waits on the walk

Some are long and some small but all of them tall

Everyone must make a choice

Will I go for it all and possibly fall

The tightrope is thin

I could possibly win on the walk



Well high on the walk

The tightrope it bends and nobody knows where it ends

To win or to lose

You're all on your own

Everyone must be alone



On the tightrope everything's bare

All that there is

Is from here to there



On the tightrope the goal is quite clear

Don't lose yourself in your fear

Fear

Oh

Fear