Hanging on a Goodbye

Mary Mcbride

Compositor: Greg Beshers / Mary McBride

Got an airship full of diamonds, hidin' underneath my bed
walkin' barefoot on the water, got your song stuck in my head

well everyone is breathless, in the barrel of a gun
silence used for only hiding, from the heat inside the sun

Is this the last morning
Was that the last night
Is this all just heartache
or am I hanging on a goodbye

mystery spinnin' round a trail, like a coney island ride
Let's walk out onto the edge here, stare at the great divide