Run,
Run along that high wire,
The world you know is about to expire.
Keep the rope tight around my neck,
I’m falling fast before the mast.
You gotta take the inspiration when it comes.
Living in the fast lane is living in the last lane.
Fly through the hype of a lie that’s ripe.
No time for a last stand,
Time to make a new plan.
Love or hate, choose your fate.
It’s not too late to say
A prayer for those you love
And those you hate,
And those you forgot along the way.
I’m tired, tired of all the bullshit!
Don’t lie to me about your new plan.
What do you really stand for?
When push comes to shove,
We take off the gloves.
Back up on that high wire,
Making love, making promises,
Making hay along the way.
Don’t tell me you love me, today.
I’m spinning and grinning without
a leash. Rising fast before the mast.
Here and now, now and then,
It all comes back to me again.
I’m bored, I’m old and always cold.
I need a fan to light my flame,
A calming balm to assuage the pain.
And then one day you find,
They’re not so kind.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
But you said we were friends,
And friendship never ends.
Oh well, nevermind.
Here at last, here at last,
Alone again before the mast.
Along that high wire I make my appeal;
Will someone, for once, just make it real.
Before the meter expires.