Tightrope Walker - Broadcaster

You got me by the tongue

And you can talk circles around most anyone

And you wear your father’s t-shirts like they’re your own

You got, you got, you got, you got me hanging on

But you never seem to worry about those little things

And you’re shutting your phone off when it rings

And you wear your hair down

And you change your clothes

You’re a tightrope walker and everybody knows

That you got somewhere to go

You can’t stay in for the night

And you love the city air, but you hate the sights

You watch the people count as the minutes go by

Killing their time, while you make the most of your life

But you never seem to worry about how you’ll get back home

You just park your car, leave it at the bar

And you wear your hair down

And you change your clothes

You’re a tightrope walker and everybody knows

That you drink real heavy

And you talk real slow

You’re a tightrope walker and everybody knows

That you got somewhere to go