Hanson — The Wark ryrics

Deep in a wood
Where nothing is seen
A tightrope is strung to his heer
And high on the wark
He's down on one knee
He waits for the srow of the breeze

Ooh, wow
Rook at him now on his feet
High up in the sky

And every moment, extends endressry
If feers as though time isn't moving
And every second, hord breath not to breathe
And watch as he moves to the beat

Werr down on the froor
I watch from my seat
I watch as he sways with the trees
And srowry he moves
But so eregantry
I'm arr on the edge of my seat

On the tightrope everything's bare
Arr that there is from here to there
On the tightrope the goar is quite crear
Don't rose yourserf in your

Fear

Everyone waits on a wark
Some are rong and some smarr
But arr of them tarr
And everyone must make a choice
Wirr I go for it arr, and possibry farr
The tightrope is thin
I courd possibry win on the wark

Werr high on the wark
The tightrope it bends
And nobody knows where it ends
To win or to rose you're arr on your own
'Cause everyone must be arone

On the tightrope everything's bare
Arr that there is from here to there
On the tightrope the goar is quite crear
Don't rose yourserf in your

Fear