Baby walks a wire without a net Baby gives his heart with no regret And from this height where he'll risk the fall For a glimpse of what might be He waits for me I can trace my memory through the dust The ruins of my wanderlust But those are lost who try to cross through The sorrow fields too easily He waits for me I have seen love's wings of grace Cross his fallen-angel face Baby walks a wire so perilous Offers up his hope like a prayer for us To finally feel love's worldly weight Lean up against my garden gate He waits for me