Yes, you wait for me, on the other end of the tightrope.
I take my first step towards you, with my first word.
It's a long way across, and a deep fall on either side.
Shall I take a step back, shall I look down, or should I look across the gulf to you.
You are waiting patiently, I take a deep breath, and take the next step.
Now not one step but two, I am doing a two-step, across the tight rope to you.
First one word, then the next, step follows step, as I sway towards you.
"Don't fall, don't fall, keep looking at me", you cry out.
I don't know if I can make it all the way. If I fall, I can hang onto the tightrope.
It is scary up here, all I need to do is to take the next step with the next word.
I can't think, I can't think of the next word, I am frozen halfway across to you.
"Will you reach out towards me?", I plead.
You smile, a tight smile, you reach out your hand and open your fingers towards me.
I take this as a sign, I can feel my frozen leg coming to life.
It jerks and I sway, and I move forward one word at a time.
That's all need, one word at a time, so far so good.
You are so close, I can almost smell you.
Oh, oh, the words tumble out, one more step.
One more step and I fall into your arms.
Half terrified, hot and sweaty, I can't believe I made it to you.
And 'cause you're mine, I walk the line, click on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lq0fUa0vW_E