“It takes a lot,” she said “to put me over the edge,
Though some days I live my life there.
I watch everyone’s back except for my own
And sometimes, I forget there’s a knife there.”
I said, “You’re on one foot, that’s just how we walk,
It looks great. One comes up, one goes down.
But miss just one step, and you see we’re all falling
One step away, from hitting the ground.”
We’re all on one foot, a delicate balance
We’re lookin’ at clouds in the sky
Watchin’ something so sweet, out to lunch on one foot
And the big train of life comes whistlin’ by
And it doesn’t take much between you and me
Just a word, just a touch, or a twist
And we’re tumblin’ downhill in barrels alone
Bruised and confused about which way is which
When we think “perfect balance”, we’re lost in romance
Fancy footwork does not mean, we know how to dance
Miraculous passions, conversations and such,
It's incredible we walk at all
And the moves we go through when we dance, me and you
Hold us up just as much as they make us fall
We’re all on one foot. A delicate balance
We’re watchin’ the wind in the leaves
Out to lunch on one foot, and we see ourselves flyin’
Then one wing gets snagged in the trees.
We’re all on one foot. We don't see it comin’.
Life’s delicious and painful and real
One foot at a time’s how we dance with each other’
And the music of life is the beat that we feel.
Peter Alsop 2/08