Hanson

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