The Walk — Hanson

Deep in a wood Where nothing is seen A tightrope is strung to his heel And high on the walk He's down on one knee He waits for the slow of the breeze

Ooh, wow Look at him now on his feet High up in the sky

And every moment, extends endlessly If 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 I 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 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 'Cause everyone must be alone

On the tightrope everything's bare All that there is from here to there On the tightrope the goal is quite clear Don't lose yourself in your fear