Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI

The Fall

High on the wire up in the lights. Everyone praying that he gets it right
A drum rolls in the hush of the crowd.  A little baby cries out loud
Tension builds one step at a time. The danger doesn’t cross his mind 

CHORUS:

He ain’t worried about the fall. He’s not thinking about the pain
It’s the glory. It’s the fame. It’s the way that she calls his name
When he rises above it all, not worried about the fall 

A young boy on a brand new bike, learning to ride is a pitiful sight
Hurt hands, grass stained knees, hey Momma get a load of me
She holds her breath and gives a shove, a little faith and a lot of love 

REPEAT CHORUS:

BRIDGE:

Hey baby, ain’t that the way true love goes
You just jump right in
Over your head, deep in your heart
It’s there at the start, it never will end 

REPEAT CHORUS:

You’re not worried about the fall. You’re not thinking about the pain
It’s the glory. It’s the fame. It’s the way that she calls your name
Leaves you standing straight and tall, not worried about the fall

Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI
www.catesbyjones.com