We're overlooking the canyon-
right from where i'm standing, I swear I
see my former glory still burning
it had every intent of returning
And the years of planning the landing
to prepare for jumping the canyon
not the death-defying or cheering
it's the thrill of clearing, barely clearing
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
So I'm tying up loose ends
I tie them to the chair to defy them
to protect and hide them. Untie them
these are not the ones you want, untie them!
And now I'm jumping the canyon,
after years of planning and planning,
just a monument to the challenge of feeling-
you must fight before you stop free wheeling
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 (x2)
proves my rule (x 4)