With a cloud of blue smoke and a haze
We couldn't have been the same
There's such a mass of opinions
We don't agree every day of our lives
But I've said it before and I'll say it again
And own the way it's meant to be
Cause it gets a little awkward
When people try to force it
Even though every day we climb
Climbing up high on a hot wire
I remember the good days that we shared
I put the bad times behind
of the dreams we all held
They couldn't have been the same
Just like you know it's meant to be
Cause it gets a little awkward
Even though every day we climb
Climbing up high on a hot wire
Even though every day we strain
Keep walking the tightrope that
Even though every day we stray
Keep walking the tightrope
Keep walking the tightrope that we've made
I fantasize, into my life you'll fall
Lala, lala, lala, swangi!