two on a tightrope
she said, “you won’t do it” … he said, “wanna bet?”
the stakes rose higher, they worked without a net
two on a tightrope, high above the ground
wearing blindfolds to keep from looking down
two on a tightrope, it’s a balancing act
one steps forward, the other steps back
one leans left, the other must lean right
they can’t meet in the middle, they’re trying not to fight
two on a tightrope
he was juggling a couple kids and an ex
she was spinning plates and serving up sex
neither one was ever quite content
they kept up the act though, the main event
two on a tightrope, anything for love
with a gravity they could not rise above
a tension in the air you could cut with a knife
in a traveling circus, starving artist life
two on a tightrope
and it’s lonely at the top, the top of the big top
as the crowds pass by below
oh if only it would stop, if only they could stop
but the show must go on, so on with the show
well the smoke finally cleared and the mirrors all shattered
they both faced their fears and the truths that mattered
he caught a helicopter ride out west
she did a swan dive, sang a swan song, built a swan’s nest
from the tightrope, frazzled and frayed
wove it into a net that could bear the weight
of an acrobat’s heart whose high wire days were through
a child of the earth telling stories of two
on a tightrope…
two on a tightrope…
a tightrope
