| I'm on a highwire, moving far above the ground | |
| I'm on a highwire baby, watch me death-defying | |
| It's getting dangerous, mm I'm feeling the juices start to rise | |
| I'm on a highwire and I'm alive. | |
| I'm on a wheel of fire, spilling my breath into the ground | |
| I'm on a bareback cannonball, chasing the speed of sound | |
| It's getting dangerous, I'm feeling the crowd begin to rise | |
| On a cannonball, cannonball and I'm alive | |
| And I'm alive. | |
| Sharp the dawn, the morning light descending from the highwire | |
| See the pair who bear the flame, prepare to take it to the fire flier | |
| Looking down down down. | |
| Fair and warm the sounds that drift the morning from the live wire | |
| Have to yawn, the horn begins to mingle with the sweet lyre | |
| Going down down. | |
| Celebration swells the nation singing to the highwire | |
| With amazing grace and sweet sensation captured by the high flier | |
| Looking down down. | |
| I'm on a highwire, moving far above the ground | |
| I'm on a highwire baby, watch me death-defying | |
| It's getting dangerous, mm I'm feeling the crowd begin to rise | |
| I'm on a highwire. | |
| I'm on a wheel of fire, spilling my breath into the ground | |
| I'm on a bareback cannonball, chasing the speed of sound | |
| It's getting dangerous, I'm feeling the crowd begin to rise | |
| I'm on a highwire. |