Overlooking the canyon,
Right from where I'm standing,
I swear I see my former glory still burning
It had every intent of returning There's years to planning and landing
To prepare for jumping the canyon
It's not the d**h-defying, or cheering,
It's the thrill of clearing, barely clearing And if you see no hope for me
I still see hope for you
In the high rise of the morning
The exception that proves my rule Still I'm tying up loose ends
I'm tying them to a chance to defy them
To protect and hide them, untie them
These are not the ones you want to untie them And now I'm jumping the canyon
After years of planning and planning
It's the monumental challenge of feeling
That you must fight before you start freewheeling And if I see no hope for me
I still see hope for you
In the wide eyes of the morning
The exception that proves my rule And if I see no hope for me
I still see hope for you
In the high rise of the morning
The exception that proves my rule Proves my rule