Never Look Down — текст песни (Trout Fishing In America)

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
The earth is spinning faster now, I think I feel a breeze.
Pages fall from calendars and scatter like the leaves.
Even the best of times can be the hardest times, flavored bittersweet,
And trying not to fall`s as hard as getting to your feet.
In the meantime, nothing stops and nothing slows down.
Wiggle on a slack rope with the grace and the poise of a clown.
A boy watches his father build a castle on the beach,
Just beyond the tide line, safe and out of reach,
Carefully constructed for a child that feels no guilt,
And he`s tearing down the walls his daddy built.
In the meantime, nothing stops and nothing slows down.
Walking on a tight rope, looking out but you never look down.
No, you never look down.
I read the signs along the highway with my left foot on the braike.
Imagining catastrophes trying to keep myself awake.
But there`s this contract with the highway
And I`ve signed the dotted line
And it summons me beyond these Texas pines.
In the meantime, nothing stops and nothing slows down.
Looking out but you never look down.