The Edge
When I was sent to walk this long cold wayI'd never meant to take it all this farNobody told me I was bound to strayYou gave me visions and cut out this part
When the journey is overThen what will remainBut a churchyard of angels
Don't need no gloryThe bottle and IDon't need no sympathy at allAs I hang on the edge
Don't need no gloryTill the river's run dryI won't cry for sympathy as IHang on the edge
When you wear shackles chances passed me byI've broken freeNow I'm free fallingLaid down my arms as you laid down the lie:Those words you didn't say when I was calling
Fingers bleed onto the ivoryThey dance on the keysTo a churchyard of angels
Don't need no gloryThe bottle and IDon't need your sympathy at allAs I hang on the edge
Don't need no gloryTill the river's run dryI won't cry for sympathy as IHang on the edge