Starin' at the High Wire
In the media circus
the Lion Tamer's gone

They found the people
liked it better
on the day lion won

Despite the gruesome spectacle
I'm rooted to my seat
The lion tamer is our hero
if posthumously.

CH 1:
Though We never really noticed him
he was a man of men
we'll come back to the circus now
it might happen again.

Starin' at the high wire
In the media Circus
The clowns are in control

Creating a distraction
So the illusion remains whole.

Even as a little child
Clowns gave me the creeps
Their frantic, antic, leering smiles
Haunt me in my sleep

CH 2:
We wonder what the truth is
but do we really care
what matters is what saves your butt
When you're on the air

bridge
In the air... am I floating am I falling?
In the air...I let go the trapeze
In the air...I see your hands and hear you calling
In the air...I look down and I freeze

Starin at the high wire
In the media circus
The drumroll has begun

The spotlight searches
its next victim
Now I am the one

Despite the quaking of my knees
bravely I ascend
The demon drummer beats the time
to my untimely end.

pre-ch3:
The lion tamer is my hero
I'm going to meet him soon
If I make it there will it let the air
Out of everyone's balloon?

CH 3:
We wonder what the truth is
but do we really care
We'll settle for an answer
with consequences we can bear

© 2006, Doug Kolmar, BMI