You walk out on the high wire

you're a dancer on thin ice

you pay no heed to the danger

and less to advice

your footsteps are forbidden

but with a knowledge of your sin

you throw your love to all the strangers

and caution to the wind



And you go dancing through doorways

just to see what you will find

leaving nothing to interfere

with the crazy balance of your mind

and when you finally reappear

at the place where you came in

you've thrown your love to all the strangers

and caution to the wind



It takes love over gold

and mind over matter

to do what you do that you must

when the things that you hold

can fall and be shattered

or run through your fingers like dust