Dan Fogelberg Loose Ends
Climbing a mountain In darkness Stranded alone on the ledge. Every attempt that I make to hold on Pushes me nearer the edge. Sensing the changes impending My thoughts are diffused by despair I feel like I'm swimming straight up Underwater Desperately racing for air I'm racing for air. And the chords struck at birth Grow more distant Yet, we strike them again and again. And we plead and we pray For a glimmer of day As the night folds its wings And descends Exposing the loose ends. Surrounding myself with possessions I surely have more than I need I don't know if this is justice, hard earned, Or simply a matter of greed A matter of greed. And the chords struck at birth Grow more distant Yet, we strike them again and again. And we plead and we pray For a glimmer of day As the night folds its wings And descends... Exposing the loose ends. And the chords struck at birth Grow more distant Yet, we strike them again and again. And we plead and we pray For a glimmer of day As the night folds its wings And descends... Exposing the loose ends.
