Catwalk - Bobby Caldwell

Standing on a catwalk, baby

I’m about to come undone

And things are hard to change

With this empty gun

Out here on the catwalk, baby

Can’t you see my hands are tied

To make a stupid move

Could mean suicide

They were rolling the dice

But I never thought twice

Of the ace I would hide

But when I tried to leave

It fell from my sleeve

Now I’m trapped on this catwalk outside

Now I’m on this catwalk, baby

Keeps me in a rotten mood

But who could catch their breath

At this altitude

Standing on a catwalk, baby

I’m about to come undone

And things are hard to get changed

With this empty gun

They were rolling the dice

But I didn’t think twice

Of the ace I would hide

But when I tried to leave

It fell from my sleeve

Now I’m trapped on this catwalk outside