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