Loose Ends – Dan Fogelberg – letras

Climbing a mountainIn darknessStranded alone on the ledge.Every attempt that I make to hold onPushes me nearer the edge.Sensing the changes impendingMy thoughts are diffused by despairI feel like I’m swimming straight upUnderwaterDesperately racing for airI’m racing for air.And the chords struck at birthGrow more distantYet, we strike them again and again.And we plead and we prayFor a glimmer of dayAs the night folds its wingsAnd descendsExposing the loose ends.Surrounding myself with possessionsI surely have more than I needI don’t know if this is justice,hard earned,Or simply a matter of greedA matter of greed.And the chords struck at birthGrow more distantYet, we strike them again and again.And we plead and we prayFor a glimmer of dayAs the night folds its wingsAnd descends…Exposing the loose ends.And the chords struck at birthGrow more distantYet, we strike them again and again.And we plead and we prayFor a glimmer of dayAs the night folds its wingsAnd descends…