Lyrics

Precarious

We’re walking on a tightrope
without a safety net.
Our lives hang in the balance,
but we haven’t fallen yet.
We’re living on the edge,
as well as borrowed time.
We’re dancing on a ledge
and stopping on a dime.

The continents are drifting.
Tectonic plates are shifting.
They’re coming to a halt
along the San Andreas fault.
The clock is ticking faster
as we approach disaster.

We’re hanging from a cliff
and we’re hanging by a thread.
Beneath the sword of Damocles,
one slip away from dead.
The ozone layer’s leaking.
We’re skating on thin ice.
The finger’s on the button
of a nuclear device.

The life we live is perilous.
The world is on the brink.
It’s getting more precarious.
It’s later than we think.
It’s taking everything we’ve got
to barely stay afloat.
The grim reaper’s on the backswing
and the fat lady’s clearing her throat.

The water level’s rising.
It shouldn’t be surprising.
As we approach the finish,
and all our hopes diminish,
expect the cataclysm
with cheerful pessimism.