I’m driving out along a stretch of highway 9
it was my father’s road & now its mine
I’ve always been parallel to the horizon
I’ve seen it all before I just don’t 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 don’t leave no clues
When I tiptoe around in ballerina shoes?
I’m on a tightrope I’m on a high wire
I can’t come down, I can’t 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
I’m on a tightrope I’m on a high wire
I can’t come down, I can’t 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
I’m on a tightrope I’m on a high wire
I can’t come down, I can’t get any higher
Staring out across the thin line
You just hold your breath until I reach the other side