Lyrics:

The overlooking canyon
Right where I'm standing
Swear I see my former glory still burning
It had every intent of returning

Now the years of planning the landing
To prepare for jumping in the canyon
It's not the death defying or cheering
It's the thrill of clearing, barely clearing

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

And so I'm tying up loose ends
And tie 'em to a chair to defile 'em
To protect and hide them, untie them
These are not the ones you want, untie 'em

And now I'm dropping in the canyon
After years of planning and planning
It's a monumental challenge of feeling
You must fight before you stop free-wheeling

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
Proves my rule
Proves my rule
Proves my rule