Close to the edge.

Close to the edge.

You lean right over,

Stretching out,

Craning your neck

For a better view.

Never satisfied

With an explanation,

When another question

Will do.

Walk behind the sign

That warns of thin ice.

Play chicken

With the fast train.

On a cold, clear night,

Give us all a fright,

Climb a tall tree,

To see how far

You can really see.

And pretend to fall.

Like you did

Off a garden wall.

And just for kicks

Play cruel tricks,

That can go wrong

If the wind is too strong,

Or you have drunk too much,

Why do you have to

Use booze as a crutch?

Your moods change.

The games you play

Get even more strange.

And one day you will fall,

It will not be your call.

And that will be the end,

Of it all.