Testo Don't Look Down

I've been too far
And I've seen too muck
Working in the shadows
Of your big Ferris wheel

I've spent ten 10,000 nights
In those sawdust and mud shows
I've been walking that tightrope For a room and a meal

I said don't look down, yeah
The ground might be burning
We're turning the corner now
We might run into God

From the plains of the buffalo, yeah
To the wild dogs of Mexico
And the loves that have laid us low
We gotta leave that behind

Oh the rhymes of the rangers
And the kindness of strangers
I have run all the changes Of the Chickasaw waltz

Tasted lipstick and nylon
Seen the mental asylum
Turned my back on the violence
Before I turned into salt

I said don't look down, yeah
The ground might be burning
We're turning the corner now
We might run into God

From the rivers of Idaho, yeah
To the wild dogs of Mexico
To the loves that have laid us low
We gotta leave it behind

St Mary, Mother of Patience
St joseph of the hammer and the nail
Come build me a ladder
To the heart of the matter high above the moon tonight
On this carnival train

She's still in the corner
Right next to her mother
And Sir Douglas her brother
Since she was a child

And the difference in years
And people's cheap fears
The magazine tears
Drove us into the wild

I said don't look down, yeah
The ground might be burning
We're turning the corner now
We might run into God

From the plains of the buffalo
To the wild dogs of Mexico
And the loves that have laid us low
We gotta leave it behind

I said don't look down, yeah
I said don't look down, yeah
I said don't look down, yeah
We gotta leave that behind