text: Two people caught on a string
  A high-wire act above the center ring
  While the audience is wondering
  If well make it back
  Two people up on a wire
  Overhead and under fire
  While the audience enquire
  If its just a knack
  Strangers, after all, we find were strangers
  After all this time
  Weve made the long and the lonely climb
  And now weve reached the part
  Where we find were strangers
  We were strangers from the start
  Two people caught in the tide
  On the edge of love and pride
  And both afraid to approach the side
  And fall again
  Two people playing the part
  But which is life and which is art
  And isnt it a little late