Do I belong? In these faded, familiar faces,
with worn out thoughts in well worn places,
In my home town street of honey brick.
Or does it lie in the stem of an undertaker’s candlestick?
As he inspects the edges on the victim’s lips.
Is the secret of life, gone in a wisp?
I’ll find freedom to wander,
I’ll keep pondering, ‘til
my fate brushes its whiskers against my windowsill.
Is the future in the eyes, of that careworn stranger
In the soft, scented hay of the baby’s manger?
But it will come to me, my underlying destiny
won’t let fears bother me.
So do we settle for the dreaded less,
or become those selfish characters, who hit and run
with our love affairs? Our happily ever afters?
It might be a crime, to look out for number one
when you’re willing to let down everyone
tie your dotted handkerchief,
and run.
To the emerald city! I’ll take myself there
I live more in dreams than I do anywhere. Just look in my eyes
for I’m already gone, you’ll miss me right now-
But when I’m done, Lord when I’m done, my legend will live on
Because I’m a tightrope walker, who belongs on the adrenaline tipped ledge
And I’ll rise to the top
‘cause I’ve got the edge.
