David Francey - Highwire

It's a three-ring circus on the ^Cedge of town ^G With hoops and dogs and falling^Am circus ^Cclowns And I^G'm up on a tightrope and I ^Ccan't look down It's a ^Fhigh^Cwire It's a ^Fhigh^Cwire ^G

Then the crowd grows quiet, then the ^Ccrowd grows still ^G I whisper, "I love you, and I^Am always ^Cwill" Ah^Gh, but you never can tell when you might ^CJack and Jill From the ^Fhigh^Cwire From the ^Fhigh^Cwire ^G

This ^Glove (this love), this ^Clove (this love) Is a ^Amhigh^Fwire This ^Glove (this love), this ^Clove (this love) Is a ^Amhigh^Fwire This ^Glove (this love), this ^Clove (this love) Is a ^Amhigh^Fwire It's a high^Cwire, it's a ^Fhigh^Cwire ^G

Straight and narrow, stretched ^Chard and tight ^G It's a centre shot in the glare of the ^Amcold spot^Clight And I^G'm walking a thin line between ^Cday and night On the ^Fhigh^Cwire On the ^Fhigh^Cwire ^G

And the hard ground's waiting in the ^Cdark below ^G And my heart's so heavy and I'm^Am moving ^Cslow And I^G'm hoping I make it, but you ^Cnever know On the ^Fhigh^Cwire On the ^Fhigh^Cwire

This ^Glove (this love), this ^Clove (this love) Is a ^Amhigh^Fwire This ^Glove (this love), this ^Clove (this love) Is a ^Amhigh^Fwire This ^Glove (this love), this ^Clove (this love) Is a ^Amhigh^Fwire It's a high^Cwire, it's a ^Fhigh^Cwire

It's a three-ring circus on the ^Cedge of town ^G With hoops and dogs and falling^Am circus ^Cclowns And I^G'm up on a tightrope and I ^Ccan't look down It's a ^Fhigh^Cwire It's a ^Fhigh^Cwire It's a ^Fhigh^Cwire It's a ^Fhigh^Cwire