Two people caught on a string
A high-wire act above the center ring
While the audience is wondering
If we'll make it back
Two people up on a wire
Overhead and under fire
While the audience enquire
If it's just a knack
Strangers, after all, we find we're strangers
After all this time
We've made the long and the lonely climb
And now we've reached the part
Where we find we're strangers
We were strangers from the start
Two people caught in the tide
On the edge of love and pride
And both afraid to approach the side
And fall again
Two people are playing the part.
But which is life and which is art?
And isn't it a little late
To start it all again?
