We drove straight into the morning

Watched the shadows slowly lift, the blackness shift

And turn to navy, purple, teal and the perfect sky blue

Somehow, the distance seems more real when it floats into view

We have come so far, so far to go...

We have had to rise above so much crap

Strapping on a different world view to cushion all the mishaps

And, it's ridiculous to run so we slowly edge along

The rule is: more fun than frustration; less stress, more songs

And of course to try to get along with each other

Sometimes I feel like I am just walking on stilts (stiltwalking)

Sometimes I feel like I am just walking on stilts (stiltwalking)

It's a wobbly view

We juggle time like colourful balls

Changing shades as they cascade in waterfalls

Days of mornings that act like night, see the light

Dawning on us to rest and revive, to survive this circus test

This is the life; This is the CIRCUS!

We are at our best; This is our life...This is the CIRCUS!

But, we've got to try to get along with each other

Sometimes I feel like I am just walking on stilts (stiltwalking)

Sometimes I feel like I am just walking on stilts (stiltwalking)

"How? Why? What makes you do it?"

We are asked, we are cast as those who get through it

It has to be more fun than fatigue, more of a joy than a chore

From the soul from a need

Because, after all, what are we breathing for?

Stiltwalking...

Hobbling, Laughing

Wobbling, Crashing

Stilwalking...