Most Precarious
The tight-wire’s strung and you’re out in the middle
All eyes upon you no net below
Inches to go and you’re almost home free
Feel the wire swinging to and fro
Feel the wire swinging to and fro
Doesn’t it seem most precarious
Doesn’t it seem such a chance to take
Doesn’t it seem most precarious
Why does it feel like it would be a damn shame
Would be forever if it meant a day
How stoically I exclaim
As she turns from me and walks away
- Blues Traveller, “Most Precarious”