Wide Eyes

Overlooking the canyon, Right from where I'm standing, I swear I see my former glory still burning It had every intent of returning

There's years to planning and landing To prepare for jumping the canyon It's not the death-defying, or cheering, It's the thrill of clearing, barely clearing

And if you see no hope for me I still see hope for you In the high rise of the morning The exception that proves my rule

Still I'm tying up loose ends I'm tying them to a chance to defy them To protect and hide them, untie them These are not the ones you want to untie them

And now I'm jumping the canyon After years of planning and planning It's the monumental challenge of feeling That you must fight before you start freewheeling

And if I see no hope for me I still see hope for you In the wide eyes of the morning The exception that proves my rule

And if I see no hope for me I still see hope for you In the high rise of the morning The exception that proves my rule

Proves my rule