The Walk   I.Hanson,T.Hanson,Z.Hanson      Well deep in the woods   Where nothing is seen   A tightrope is strung to his heel   And high on the walk   He's down on one knee   He waits for the slow of the breeze   Oh, wow, look at him now, on his feet   High up in the sky   And every moment stands endlessly   It feels as though time isn't moving      And every second, one breath not to breathe   I watch as he moves to the beat   While I'm on the floor   I watch from my seat   And watch as he sways with the trees   And slowly he moves, but elegantly   I'm more on the edge of my seat      On the tightrope   Everything's bare   All that there is is from here to there   On the tightrope   The goal is quite clear   Don't lose yourself in your fear      Everyone waits on the walk   Some are long and some small   But all of them tall   Everyone must make a choice   Will I go for it all   And possibly fall   The tightrope is thin   I could possibly win on the walk      Well high on the walk   The tightrope it bends   And nobody knows where it ends   To win or to lose   You're all on your own   Everyone must be alone      On the tightrope   Everything's bare   All that there is is from here to there   On the tightrope   The goal is quite clear   Don't lose yourself in your fear    To win or to loose    You're all on your own    And everyone must be alone       On the tightrope    Everythings bear    all that it is, is from here to there    On the tightrope    The goal is quite clear    Don't loose yourself in your    Fear...    Fear...