WE’RE WALKING A TIGHTROPE
We’re walking a tightrope, between fact and fiction.
We’re walking a long thin line, living an illusion.
But things get so confused, so complicated.
Hiding what we feel, in public places.
Never admitting, that things will never be.
Dreaming of tomorrow, is such a fantasy.
But where are you going to run to?
Where are you going to hide?
Who are you going to trust?
When you’re out there.
Who are you going to speak with?
Who are you going to tell?
Who are you going turn to?
When you’re out there.
But it’s just like a circus trick, never looking down.
Don’t look up, don’t look back,
just keep on going your own sweet way.
I’m here if you need me.
Maybe one day.
The circus may move,
but the acts remain the same.
But where are you going to run to?
Where are you going to hide?
Who will you trust?
When you’re out there.
Who will you speak with?
Who will you tell?
Who will you turn to?
When you’re out there.
Copyright: Gordon Warren (1989)
We’re walking a tightrope, between fact and fiction.
We’re walking a long thin line, living an illusion.
But things get so confused, so complicated.
Hiding what we feel, in public places.
Never admitting, that things will never be.
Dreaming of tomorrow, is such a fantasy.
But where are you going to run to?
Where are you going to hide?
Who are you going to trust?
When you’re out there.
Who are you going to speak with?
Who are you going to tell?
Who are you going turn to?
When you’re out there.
But it’s just like a circus trick, never looking down.
Don’t look up, don’t look back,
just keep on going your own sweet way.
I’m here if you need me.
Maybe one day.
The circus may move,
but the acts remain the same.
But where are you going to run to?
Where are you going to hide?
Who will you trust?
When you’re out there.
Who will you speak with?
Who will you tell?
Who will you turn to?
When you’re out there.
Copyright: Gordon Warren (1989)
