Excons - Highwire Lyrics

Last exit, fever dream
Eyes on the skyline, white lines into the night
Worn out tires goin' round
Look in the mirror stand on the ground
Give some comfort to my caged old man
His life cards now show in my hands
Need to turn around and find dry land
Write it down and try to understand it
Fortunes pace is running me aground
Out in the shoals with the tide rolling out
Better cut bait while you can
Boys grow up and become men

I'm up on the highwire
Hoping gravity will give me a break
I'm up on the highwire
Now it's time to come home to you

Give me some peace like an old field wreck
Like a leaning barn not far from the dust
Like an old plow that sows only rust
Tightropes snap and we hope for a net
Fortunes pace is running me around
Some peace in home is welcome now
Little ones gather 'round
I think I'm don'e with this frozen ground

I'm up on the highwire
Hoping gravity will give me a break
I'm up on the highwire
Now it's time to come home to you