Zac Hanson - The Walk
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Well deep in a wood
Where nothing is seen
A tightrope is strung to his heed
And high on the walk
He's down on one knee
He waits for the slow of the breeze

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

And every moment extends endlessly
It 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
And 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 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
Everyone must be alone

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