Suspended in time and space
The taut road ahead
Shimmers, a twisted steel cable
Stretched across the pale yellow hilltops
I scan the sunrise
Back mercifully to the wind
and sodden shore
Back mercifully to the wind
and sodden shore
I am an inchworm inching my way
Above the crowd
I am a Great Wallenda,
Gripping the balance beam
Gripping the balance beam
Holding the pose
Sliding one slipper
Ahead of the of the other, steadily
Ahead of the of the other, steadily
In perfect tune
Two wheels firmly planted
on the high line
on the high line
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