hanson
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 extends 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 Well 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 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