HIGHWIRE 
Rod Argent


I'm on a highwire, moving far above the ground;
I'm on a highwire baby, watch me death-defying.
It's getting dangerous;  I'm feeling the juices start to rise,
I'm on a highwire, and I'm alive. 
I'm on a wheel of fire, spilling my breath into the ground; 
I'm on a bareback cannonball chasing the speed of sound.
It's getting dangerous - I'm feeling the crowd begin to rise;
On a cannonball, and I'm alive! 

Sharp the dawn, the the morning light descending from the highwire;
See the pair who bear the flame prepare to take it to the fire flier
Looking down, down, down,
Fair and warm the sounds that drift the morning from the live wire;
Have to yawn, the horn begins to mingle with the sweet lyre,
Going down, down, down
Celebration swells the nation singing to the highwire;
With amazing grace and sweet sensation captured by the fire flier
Looking down, down, down.
I'm on a highwire etc.