Strangers

Two people caught on a string A high-wire act above the center ring While the audience is wondering If we'll make it back Two people up on a wire Overhead and under fire While the audience enquire If it's just a knack Strangers, after all, we find we're strangers After all this time We've made the long and the lonely climb And now we've reached the part Where we find we're strangers We were strangers from the start Two people caught in the tide On the edge of love and pride And both afraid to approach the side And fall again Two people playing the part But which is life and which is art And isn't it a little late