Walk That Fine Line

Walk That Fine Line                                                    August 20, 2006

Some say I'm a looker, needn't worry about a thing,

But I never see stuff that way, so it seems.

I walk a lonely path down the foggy road yonder

Till I come to a bridge leading one over water.

Need I cross that way today?

Need I send this horse and carriage over the River Blue?

If you ask my shrink, he'll say, "Yes sirree,

Because ships are made to sail out to sea."

I'm a shy ol' boy, but I have a yearning

For a little love in my pocket and a time on the town.

All I wanna do is say to a pretty lil' froulein,

"I love you so," and make her all mine,

But I haven't the magic to make it work.

I know what I gotta do, make a better effort,

For my ship might be safe at harbor,

But it ain't what it was built for.

I want her to be sweet.

I want her there to be pleased.

I want her to be my woman.

I want her there to suit me.

But I'm going to have to walk that fine line,

Tip-toe on a balance beam.

I'm going to have run through raging infernos

If I am to prove myself worthy of her.