Tightrope

What a fine tightrope we weave
Between the treetops near the city
What a fine tightrope we weave
Between the rooftops of the buildings
What a fine tightrope we weave
To bring us all together
What a fine tightrope we weave
To bridge the gap when we're apart

I see a building from the treetops
It's standing so close by
I see the treetops from a building
They live on stilts made of iron
I can see together they are growing
It can't be too far
They are together today
They are not too far away

Green roofs and cinderblock mazes
When we're together, together my friend
I hear them calling, and moving, and spinning
Up and down to the ground again

What a great city we have
Filled with all the people
Yes what a great city we have
But it is all a facade
What a great city we have
It's like those boxed lunches
What a great city we have
Until it crumbles apart

What a beautiful world we live in
And what a beautiful world this could be
It may have been said many times before but
What is progress but a motion through our time?
Yes, what is progress, but a motion through our time?

I see the future from the treetops
It burns red fire
I see the treetops from our future
They breathe a luscious, deep green
I can see together they are moving
It is not too far
We are together today
No we are not too far away

False truths and cinderblock islands
Just put an ocean there to keep us apart
I see waves churning, and moving, and spinning
Crashing on the land we're in the water again
But what is progress?
What is progress?
What is progress?
What is progress, but a motion through our time?
A motion through our time