Testo 2:20

I tried to walk the high road,
I tried to make my home
I'm walking with my bare feet
And feeling every stone

I've walked the narrow
I've walked the line right through the door
I've walked the tight rope
But I'm just like I was before

How am I supposed to
Keep on standing tall
When everything around me
It falls apart

I've walked the narrow
I've walked the line right through the door

I've walked the tight rope
But I'm just like I was before