The dying breed

1. Everybody's pointing at the man up on the tightrope
Cheering while they hope that he will fall
Some think that he's funny
Some think that he's crazy
Fact is that his courage shames us all

I've heard it said that the truth cuts like a sword
And you can close your eyes but it cannot be ignored

R: And I knew
He was one of the dying breed
He was one of the chosen few
Bound for the other side
And I watched
As he walked away alone
And everybody laughed
But I was the one who cried

2. The crowd was getting louder circling the stranger
They're acting like the freak show was in town
Some think he's a loser
Some think he's a dreamer
But either way they don't want him around

Just like hemlock hidden in a kiss
The most terrible gift is when you get your wish

B: We all give too much away
Making deals with life to get us through
There's always one more price to pay
Until there's nothing left of you

3. Everybody's pointing at the man up on the tightrope
Waiting for the wind and placing bets
Some think he's a con man
And some think he's a mad man
But it's clear they see him as a threat

Oh you know the last laugh is the best
And heroes walk a road unlike the rest

I: Written by Randy Stonehill and Dave Perkins
© 1986 Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.)/
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