He sets the bar high, so we have to go low.
He searches each shadow, and watches each show.
Are we seen with pride in his eyes?
Or does he see through every disguise?
Answers to questions that I don\'t know.
But he sets the bar high, so we must go low.
Down to the gutter where we fall on our knees, and beg for mercy?
Ir do we just breath?
And go head first, into the day - treating others how we will be treated?
(Where\'s Robin Hood when he\'s needed?)
But look at me, right off track: take the helm; turn this shit around...
You know I hear it really matters, who we are, hear, on the ground.
He sets the bar high so I go low - into the pit, to put on a show..
And up until the final task
I dare not love my life
The bar is high
So I go low
It keeps me out of strife!