What are you building down there in the dark?
Every night alone under candle light and spark
concealed in the ting tang of metals
and the melting of steel
If something should go wrong
we will have to carry you away
our only son.

Ladies and gentlemen
may I present to you not a lion in a cage
not a juggler or swallower of blades
but the Human Cannonball.

My sister was an acrobat
an artist of the swings
My father tamed the beasts
and was the master of the three circus rings
When my brother walked the tight rope
no one made a sound
but he tumbled in the spotlight
Echoes cried when he hit the ground
We'll miss you

I am the Human Cannonball
not a lion in your cage
not a juggler or swallower of blades
I will fly to painted stars