By A Thread - Tony Lucca

I’m hanging here at the end of my rope again

Wondering how I got to the end of my rope again

Praying to God from here at the end of my rope again

Painfully aware it’s the end of my rope again

Stretched like a canvas

Nailed to a frame

This is as far as I can go

Who could have planned this

Who’s left to blame

Must I always be the last to know

When cracks begin to show

My paintings fall to pieces

Tiny pieces

With no one to claim me

I’m

Hanging here at the end of my rope again

Wondering how I get to the end of my rope again

Swinging like some laughingstock sort of joke again

Praying to God from the end of my rope again

Thought I was able

Thought I was sure

Thought I could keep this thing alive

Much like a diamond

Stuck in the rough

Patience the key to my survival

Well I’ve no need

To wait for those around me

I’m the one who’s found me

And you’re wondering why

I’m

Hanging here at the end of my rope again

Wondering how I get to the end of my rope again

Swinging like some laughingstock sort of joke again

Praying to God from the end of my rope again

Dangling, I’m dangling

Swinging, I’m swingin'

Dangling, I’m dangling

Swinging, I’m swingin'

Hanging here at the end of my rope again

Wondering how I got to the end of this here rope again

Swinging like some laughingstock sort of joke again

Dangling by a thread

Dangling by a thread

It’s raining, it’s pouring

It’s raining, it’s pouring