Baby walks a wire without a net
Baby gives his heart with no regret
and from this height where
he'll risk the fall for
a glimpse of what might be
he waits for me
I can trace my memory through the dust
the ruins of my wanderlust
but those are lost who
try to cross through
the sorrow fields too easily
he waits for me
I have seen love's
wings of grace
cross his fallen-angel face
Baby walks a wire so perilous
offers up his hope like a prayer for us
to finally feel love's worldly weight
lean up against my garden gate
he waits for me
he waits for me