[ Featuring the Trash Folk Experiment ]
Let's go out for one last walk
Kicking dust up on the trail
Those orange sky walks are always a cure
When those plans all go to hell
The wind does whisper down to the trees
And it's secrets they won't share
For everything that you deserved
It was a stronger version of myself
Hanging by a thread
Holding on tight
Lord when I'm down to my last breath
I hope those little things
Are the first ones on my mind
Take me down to that beautiful river
Bury my feet in the sand
If that water runs muddy or clear
It's not for us to understand
Red tailed hawk flying over our heads
As I go to hold your hand
We both have changed in so many ways
Nothing close to what we planned
Hanging by a thread
Holding on tight
Lord when I'm down to my last breath
I hope those little things
Are the first ones on my mind
Hanging by a thread
Holding on tight
Lord when I'm down to my last breath
I hope those little things
Are the first ones on my mind
Take me back to the month of April
With the rain clouds floating by
Let's go to a baseball game
And buy some concession fries
Hand it over to the poor boy
Sitting all alone cause life ain't right
For all we know those lucky days remembered
Keeps that glisten in our eyes
Hanging by a thread
Holding on tight
Lord when I'm down to my last breath
I hope those little things
Are the first ones on my mind
