Gossamer Thread

Talking with the old folks by the wall

Dreaming ‘bout New Orleans in the Fall

And grateful for the time that God allows

And doing my best to keep it hid

Hanging by a gossamer thread

Roll on up it’s feeding time again

A kiss to suck the lightning from the pain

I’m hatching us a plan for busting out

And free of what that bastard did

Hanging by a gossamer thread

All lit up like the National Grid

And hanging by a gossamer thread

You’re choking on your daily bread

Hanging by a gossamer thread

Dog in the doorway

Dyed in the wool

Dog in the doorway

Dyed in the wool

Dog in the doorway

Dyed in the wool

Away !

I hope that I’m wrong

Hope that I’m wrong

I hope that I’m wrong

Yeah

I hope that I’m wrong

Hope that I’m wrong

I hope that I’m wrong

Yeah