Tiptoe Through the Landmines

Tiptoe Through the landmines
Across those blurry lines
Through the kitchen passed the dog
Into the mist and  beyond the fog
Across a bridge made of glass
Tiptoe across the grass
Into a cave made of stone
Away from every telephone
Down into the depths of help
Where one can see the edge of hell

You can see mystery
Now solve the world's misery
Tiptoe across the way
"I've been to hell and back." You can say