Strangers

<br>Two people caught on a string<br>A high-wire act above the center ring<br>While the audience is wondering<br>If we`ll make it back<br><br>Two people up on a wire<br>Overhead and under fire<br>While the audience enquire<br>If it`s just a knack<br><br>Strangers, after all, we find we`re strangers<br>After all this time<br>We`ve made the long and the lonely climb<br>And now we`ve reached the part<br>Where we find we`re strangers<br>We were strangers from the start<br><br>Two people caught in the tide<br>On the edge of love and pride<br>And both afraid to approach the side<br>And fall again<br><br>Two people playing the part<br>But which is life and which is art<br>And isn`t it a little late<br>To start it all again