Cary Ann Hearst The Thread
Were hangin here within an inch of our lives
from the day we're born until the day we die
don't it make you want to take your time
are you gonna let it pass you by
Made every way cut you like a knife
any moment in time could change your life
will you be ready with the time you got
maker is ready if your ready or not
hangin on by a fragile thread
livin your life like your already dead
will you be happy with the time you gave
these words will be your final days
we're hangin here within an inch of our lives
from the day we're born till the day we die
don't it make you want to take your time
are you gonna let it pass you by
wish i could look death in the face
transcend both time and space
and reclaim those bygone days
that i was such a fool to waste
we're hangin here within an inch of our lives
from the day we're born till the day we die
don't it make you want to take your time
are you gonna let it pass you by
When it comes my day when it comes my time
I hope to hear y'all moaning in the second life
Just throw my ashes on some hollow ground
and sing me on my way with a joyful sound
you can sing me on my way with a joyful sound
you can sing me on my way 4x
