There's a road stretched out
in front of where I stand
And the long grass swaying and rustling
And the dark clouds
Just over the hill
In the distance there's going to be a downpour
But here I am
Fixed to the spot
Just wo eyes watching and waiting
For the rumbling
To build to a crash,
There's going to be a downpour
Someone help me out here
Someone tell me, "No"
Walking on a tightrope
How was I to know?
Someone help me out here
There's too much to say
And if you find me
Wandering around
Unable to answer
If I somehow through
The thought, woven gut
Please just hold me
And never ask
How far I have been
Understand there are no words for it
And the rumbling still builds
Fixed to the spot
There's going to be a downpour
Someone help me out here
Someone tell me, "No"
Walking on a tightrope
How was I to know?
Someone help me out here
There's too much to say