On the Edge - Clogs/Shara Worden

On the edge with a gold coin in my pocket

On the edge with a gold poem in my pocket

I can tell this air aint't fresh

I can tell this air ain't right

Jim didn't know what treachery meant

I can tell this air aint't fresh

I can tell this air ain't right

Jim didn't know what treachery meant

We can say to our kids in the morning

The skies were blue

It took me days to fly home

It took me days to fly back

And everything was better

I can tell this air aint't fresh

I can tell this air ain't right

Jim didn't know what treachery meant

And Jim didn't know what treachery meant

An image of you an image of me

In a cabin for two at the edge of the world

I will imitate a Lyre bird

And you can play me a David song

On the edge with a gold coin in my pocket

On the edge with a gold poem in my pocket

I can tell this air aint't fresh

I can tell this air ain't right

Jim didn't know what treachery meant

I can tell this air aint't fresh

I can tell this air ain't right

Jim didn't know what treachery meant