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Iâm driving out along a stretch of highway 9
it was my fatherâs road & now its mine
Iâve always been parallel to the horizon
Iâve seen it all before I just donât recognize it
These watercolor skies they deepen like a bruise
Casting shadows on all the tricks I had to use
How can you follow when I donât leave no clues
When I tiptoe around in ballerina shoes?
Iâm on a tightrope Iâm on a high wire
I canât come down, I canât get any higher
Staring out across the thin line
You just hold your breath until I reach the other side
You tightened up the reigns, you cut me slack
You gave me just enough rope so I could find my way back
You were a crooked line , I have no doubt
Who woulda thought that you would be the one to straighten me out
Iâm on a tightrope Iâm on a high wire
I canât come down, I canât get any higher
Staring out across the thin line
You just hold your breath until I reach the other side
Climbing up and looking down
Might as well stay on the ground
Iâm on a tightrope Iâm on a high wire
I canât come down, I canât get any higher
Staring out across the thin line
You just hold your breath until I reach the other side
- Álbum:
- Tightrope
- The Second Hand