Thread the Needle -

He was made to travel

A place he’d never been

It’s all the same

His time is running thin

A light that now shines dim

Once as bright as the sun

A door once open wide

Will now let through no one

He threads the needle

He’s walking the fine edge

He treats life like a game

And you know he’ll end up dead

As he threads the needle

He can’t remember what she said

Can you make a change

Before it grows too late

You’ll never know your place in life

If all you love you hate

Don’t expect my company

There’s nothing left to say

And don’t expect my sympathy

There’s none to find today

He threads the needle

He’s walking the fine edge

He treats life like a game

And you know he’ll end up dead

As he threads the needle

He can’t remember what she said

You’ve lived your life a gamble

And for what you cannot tell

I only hope you understand

I can’t pull you out of hell

I’ve sacrificed all that I can

Yet you refuse to try

If you won’t change your state of mind

Then I guess this is goodbye

He threads the needle

He’s walking the fine edge

He treats life like a game

And you know he’ll end up dead

As he threads the needle

He can’t remember what she said

He treats life like a game

And you know he’ll end up dead

As he threads the needle

You know he’ll end up dead