The Thread

We're hanging here within an inch of our lives,
From the day we're born to the day we die.
Don't it make you wanna take your time?
Are you gonna let it pass you by?
Fate has a way, it'll cut you like a knife,
Anymore than time to change your life.
Will you be ready with the time you've got?
Your maker is awaitin' if you're ready or not.
We're hanging on by a fragile thread,
Livin' our lives like we're already dead.
Will you be happy with the time you gave?
And these words will be your final day.
We're hanging here within an inch of our lives,
From the day we're born to the day we die.
Don't it make you wanna take your time?
Are you gonna let it pass you by?
I wish I could look that fear in the face,
Transcend both time and space,
To reclaim those bygone days
That I was such a fool to waste.
Now, we're hanging here within an inch of our lives,
From the day we're born to the day we die.
Don't it make you wanna take your time?
Are you gonna let it pass you by?
When it comes my day, when it comes my time,
Let me hear y'all moanin' in the second line,
Just throw my ashes on some hollow ground
And sing me on my way with a joyful sound
Can you sing me all the way with your joyful sound?
Can you sing me on my way?
Can you sing me on my way?