The Fine Line
Barry Marler
1990 Cabbage Flake Music (BMI)
Walking on the ground, maybe I'm flying through the air
Maybe this fool don't care, I'd follow you anywhere
I'm so turned around, I don't know what is down or up
I stare in my coffee cup to get my courage up
Flying like a kite
Running low on string
Getting mighty high
I think I hear angels sing
I have walked the fine line, and I'm not looking down
From the high wire turn around
Oh it's high time I got my feet on the gorund
And step off of the fine line
I don't have a home, just an old black and burning house
Got to be moving out, the walls are falling down
Hear the same song, heat from the same old fire
Feeling the same desire that got me on the wire
I've been that way before
Ain't going back again
Oh, it's left me sore
Hits me more now than then
I have walked the fine line, and I'm not looking down
From the high wire turn around
Oh it's high time I got my feet on the gorund
And step off of the fine line
Days go by, dangling by the finiest line
Way up high, I think I see the rescue line
I have walked the fine line, and I'm not looking down
From the high wire turn around
Oh it's high time I got my feet on the gorund
And step off of the fine line
Fine line
Fine line
Ooooh fine line
Fine line
Ooooh fine line
Fine line
Ooooh fine line
Fine line
Ooooh fine line
Fine line
Ooooh fine line
Fine line
Ooooh fine line
Fine line
Ooooh fine line