well the road can be a circus a death defying act but the clowns don t come around no more since the monkeys off my back i stand here on the stage as the house lights fade to black your love helps me forget i m working without a net up on the high wire i hear the crowd begin to call some want you to fly some want to see you fall now and then i stumble but i ain t fallen yet your love helps me forget i m working without a net i used to depend on some things i did not need i leaned on some crutches that kept me off my feet standing here without them now well it scares me half to death your love helps me forget i m working without a net up on the high wire i hear the crowd begin to call some want you to fly some want to see you fall now and then i stumble but i ain t fallen yet your love helps me forget i m working without a net