I'm walking on a tight rope over this land, one end's connected, the others' in my hand. 
Many times I take a great fall, and get up again in the face of it all.
'Cause I have faith in the very thing, that put me up here on this crazy swing.
Its you and me I'm talking about, my heart is on the line, and I'm not running out.
Incrementally, you get closer to me, it gives me some kind of balance, and a way to be, maybe its the nature of the spiritual road, you're walking on a tight rope, can't see where it goes.
I know I'm not alone, I see you over there, doing your own dance way up in the air.
I'll say it again, I know I'm not alone, I know when you're walking in your own danger zone. 
Every time we reach out, and take each others hand, we manage to come in, for some kind of land.
Might be heavy weather as we approach the ground, then its sweet love all safe and sound.
I don't know all the reasons why, we're thrown right back up, up into the sky, you and I are a mystery rare, I love you from the ground, and I love you from the air.
Oh sweet love, can't you see, the closer we get, the more alone we can be.
Its not always easy once begun, but if you give yourself to it, its a lot more fun.
Even then you never will know, the very next thing that puts you up on the rope.
We're just doing the best we can, and I just want to be your man.
Incrementally.......

Jan Thomas Peters 2009