Bobby Caldwell - Catwalk lyrics

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