Ridin’ on a “high wire act” worked when we were young.
Spillin’ blood and takin’ punches. High on cocaine we
were insane.
Accumulating debts we couldn’t pay but by the grace of
God we’re here today.
Livin’ by a thread and disengaged for matters of the
heart.
Funny how you think you’re winnin’ then you get caught
counting cards.
If easier was better then I was the best so, “Fuck the
rest.”
I got this game locked up.
Chorus:
Maybe I’m right when I tell you how I feel.
“Getting’ sick of livin’ like a wheel.”
The moon gets over and lectures get long.
You get more out of a three minute song.
Now I’m on the run again but I’m runnin with you
Out of the dark, Into the light, I got my love, we’ll
fight the fight
No beginning and no end. Drivin’ to our home around the
bend
Chorus:
Maybe I’m right when I tell you how I feel.
“Getting’ sick of livin’ like a wheel.”
The moon gets over and lectures get long.
You get more out of a three minute song. (2X)
