Wide Eyes - The New Pornographers

Overlooking the canyon,

Right from where I’m standing,

I swear I see my former glory still burning

It had every intent of returning

There’s years to planning and landing

To prepare for jumping the canyon

It’s not the death-defying, or cheering,

It’s the thrill of clearing, barely clearing

And if you see no hope for me

I still see hope for you

In the high rise of the morning

The exception that proves my rule

Still I’m tying up loose ends

I’m tying them to a chance to defy them

To protect and hide them, untie them

These are not the ones you want to untie them

And now I’m jumping the canyon

After years of planning and planning

It’s the monumental challenge of feeling

That you must fight before you start freewheeling

And if I see no hope for me

I still see hope for you

In the wide eyes of the morning

The exception that proves my rule

And if I see no hope for me

I still see hope for you

In the high rise of the morning

The exception that proves my rule

Proves my rule