My pocket's empty man, not quite the way i planned
You helped me out when you gave a hand to get me back on my feet
I had to fall to get up again, a new beginning from another end
I put my faith in a generous friend and found what I need
You met me hanging from a tightrope
With the wind in my hair and the clouds at my feet
You saw me me hanging from that tightrope
Now you know who I am and you know what I need
Red stop and a green light go, I'm trying hard to lose control
Too fast then way too slow to satisfy me
I had to wreck to give up the wheel, black smoke and a tire's squeal
Another nightmare way too real for me to believe It could happen to me, but
