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  1. The Edge

From the recording Good Measure

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Lyrics

WELL, I’M SITTIN’ HERE ON THE EDGE I GOT NO WHERE ELSE TO GO
THE WORLD IS AT A STANDSTILL
AND THE ENERGY DON’T FLOW
I WOKE UP ONE MORNIN’
AND OUR WAY OF LIFE HAD CHANGED NOW I’M SITTIN’ HERE ON THE EDGE WONDERING WHO TO BLAME
IT ALMOST FEELS AS IF MY FELLOW MAN HAS BECOME MY ENEMY
WE CAN’T CONGREGATE TOGETHER
AND ISOLATION AIN’T NO WAY TO BE
SITTIN’ HERE ON THE EDGE WAITIN’ FOR A CURE
TO THE ILLS THAT DID BEFALL US AND LEFT US SO UNSURE
ONE OF THESE BRIGHT MORNINGS
THIS TOO ALL SHALL PASS
‘TILL THEN WE’RE SITTIN’ ON THE EDGE WITH OUR NERVES ALL MADE OF GLASS
ONE OF THESE BRIGHT MORNINGS
THIS TOO ALL SHALL PASS
‘TILL THEN WE’RE SITTIN’ ON THE EDGE WITH OUR HEARTS ALL MADE OF GLASS SITTIN’ HERE ON THE EDGE
WAITIN’ FOR THE STORM TO PASS

copyright Doug Alan Wilcox / Wednesday Morning Records