The Edge

When I was sent to walk this long cold way

I’d never meant to take it all this far

Nobody told me I was bound to stray

You gave me visions and cut out this part

When the journey is over

Then what will remain

But a churchyard of angels

Don’t need no glory

The bottle and I

Don’t need no sympathy at all

As I hang on the edge

Don’t need no glory

Till the river’s run dry

I won’t cry for sympathy as I

Hang on the edge

When your were shackles chances passed me by

I’ve broken free

Now I’m free falling

Laid down my arms as you laid down the lie:

Those words you didn’t say when I was calling

Fingers bleed onto the ivory

They dance on the keys

To a churchyard of angels

Don’t need no glory

The bottle and I

Don’t need no sympathy at all

As I hang on the edge

Don’t need no glory

Till the river’s run dry

I won’t cry for sympathy as I

Hang on the edge