Verse 1:
Well the road can be a circus,a death defying act
But the clowns don't come around no more since the monkeys off my back
I stand here on the stage,as the house lights fade to black
Your love helps me forget,I'm working without a net
Chorus:
Up on the high wire,I hear the crowd begin to call
Some want you to fly,some want to see you fall
Now and then I stumble,but I ain't fallen yet
Your love helps me forget,I'm working without a net
Verse 2:
I used to depend on some things I did not need
I leaned on some crutches that kept me off my feet
Standing here without them now,well it scares me half to death
Your love helps me forget,I'm working without a net
Chorus(x2).
