The Walk - Hanson

Well deep in a wood

Where nothing is seen

A tightrope is strung to his heed

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, hold breath not to breathe

And watch as he moves to the beat

Well down on the floor

I watch from my seat

And watch as he sways with the trees

And slowly he moves

But so elegantly

I'm all 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 a walk

Some are long and some small

But all of them tall

And 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