Lyrics
High Wire
You say you’re tired of this talking, that you’d like to fly away
You got this mean jones inside, telling you .....there’s gotta be another way
Watch me now and I’ll tell you , watch me now and we’ll see
I’ve got something to show you, someplace to be, ‘cause I’ve been there
Yes, I’ve been there
We can walk on solid ground or we can dance.......... the high wire
Both feet mired down or we can choose to play.......... without a net
And the atmosphere up here, makes you want to fear,
Everything back down on the ground
High wire, watch what you ask for
High wire, you’ll get more than you want
High wire, it’s hard to let go
Better be ready, better be ready, better be ready to fall
We can walk on solid ground or we can dance.......... the high wire
Was it too much too handle,......maybe yes, maybe no
What’s really the problem is missing the rest of the show
You don’t dare look around, you got to look straight a head
Because your path is precarious, if you fall you’re dead
That’s what you think, that’s what you think.
High wire, watch what you ask for
High wire, you’ll get more than you want
High wire, it’s hard to let go
Better be ready, better be ready, better be ready to fall
We can walk on solid ground or we can dance.......... the high wire
The questions are so simple...........who's answers to say
Can the wire be walked.....without the net in the way
Can attention be paid, can you still look around
Can you make a misstep, without being afraid........
Of falling, of hitting the ground
We can walk on solid ground or we can dance.......... the high wire
Both feet mired down or we can choose to play.......... without a net
And the atmosphere up here, makes you want to fear,
Everything back down on the ground
High wire, watch what you ask for
High wire, you’ll get more than you want
High wire, it’s hard to let go
Better be ready, better be ready, better be ready to fall
We can walk on solid ground or we can dance.......... the high wire
We can walk on solid ground or we can dance.......... the high wire
© 1998 Kevin Worley