I Am An Idiot Walking A Tight Rope Of Fame
Well I woke up in mid afternoon cause thats when it all hurts the most
I dream I never know anyone at the party, and I'm always the host
If dreams are like movies than memories are films about ghosts
You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast
Well, I am an idiot walking a tight rope of fame
I am an acrobat swining trapezes through circles of flame
If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame
And though I'll never forget your face, sometimes I can't remember my name
Well I love that song. The Counting Crows are wonderful.
So I have questions...
- How do you know when your ready?
- How do you know that this time will be different?
- How do you know that its time to take another risk?
- Holding yourself far from everyone is safe, but you miss out. But how do I know not getting hurt is worth what I might miss?
- What do I DO?
The price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep
And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep
All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep
Hey, I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep
We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
We stand up at the Palace like it's the last of the great Pioneertown bars
We shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars
You can see a million miles tonight, but you can't get very far
I have no way of knowing that this one is different. I mean, he is one of my best friends...
But so was the last one.
I don't want promises,
They tend to be empty
I need proof.
Go with your heart
There is no garauntee.
You decide if it's worth it.
No regrets.
Go with your heart.