How can I say if the proverb is true That the wicked flee where none pursue It's hard to keep your head in the air When your boots are on fire You can't stop the burning When you're running on the wire You better hurry up boy the day always seems to fade You've been wasting your time staring down the distant shores of fate Your best promises have come unglued You can't trust your desires That's just the price you pay When you're running on the wire Spinning wheels of change with busted spokes Can't hold the line, can't let it go My heart's an engine burning rich That keeps trying to rev higher You can't be sure of how far you'll go When you're running on the wire I overturned a thousand stones looking for the truth With the misplaced faith of eternal youth Might be a prophet of the Lord Or just a circus for hire The questions don't have answers When you're running on the wire Bushels of grain, train loads of trouble A quarter section of weeds and acres of stubble I am raven with a secret And a sparrow in the choir There's nothing left but the meantime When you're running on the wire