Man on a Wire

There’s a man up on a wire
And he’s Sicily bound
He whistles so loud
they
Can hear it on the moon

There’s a woman who knows the sound
But she turns back around
because
She’s busy carving her name in a stone she found

So that someone will know her name
But ain’t that a shame
Because the shapes that she made are worn away
by the cartwheels of clowns

We all want to be immortal
But we don’t know what to do with the time we have

If we all lived forever
Everything we do
Would matter even less than it does

There’s a man with fists held high
He’s fighting the fight
The pay is alright
And he gets to see his name in lights

There’s are children in the stands
They admire the man
And dream that they can
Grow up to fill the room

So that someone will know their name
But ain’t that a shame
Because the way that they’re made
People will say
They will never fill a room

We all want to be immortal
But we stand in each others way

If we all lived forever
Everything we do
Would matter less than it already does today