Plea of the Aerialist's Wife

My man is giving up on the wire
And he ain't going up no more
But the platform's at a foolish height
And he's up there one more time tonight
I'm standing helpless in another crowd
Down here on the floor

My man promised me that he would retire
Sometimes it's easy to forget
But these nightmares never flake with rust
Like a cable caught in a sudden gust
And this old fool says there ain't no honor
In working with a net

Bring my man down from the wire
I'll do anything in return
Won't you deliver this old heart from the circus fire
Don't walk away and let it burn
Don't walk away and let it burn

I don't care if the canvas calls to you
You promised me you would not be there
Will it take another fall to make this point?
Or should I drag you back up to Detroit?
Where I watched you fall, and like a fool
All I could do was stare

Bring my man down from the wire
You'd think after all these years I would learn
Won't you deliver this old heart from the circus fire
Don't walk away and let it burn

Bring my man down from the wire
I'll do anything in return
Won't you deliver this old heart from the circus fire
Don't walk away and let it burn
No, don't walk away and let it burn
Ooo, ooo, ooo