Was that me up there On top of that ride Edge of city fair You holding me with pride You seem to rise you chase the prize You end the show and take a bow You seem to fall could lose it all Maybe its best you dont look now Was that you in there Among that wild crowd All that waiving hair Everything allowed Youve just begun you think you won You marry fast and take your vows You lose the track and circle back You take a rest but dont look now
waiving, seem, lose, take, allowed