Words: David Crosby
Music: CPR

Our grasp is so fragile....the thread is so thin
I wonder each day if I'm blowing away
I know that I'm lucky....I wouldn't be here at all
if somebody's hand hadn't been where I stand
At the edge of a very great fall

And like a lighthouse before you
at the edge of the sea
the woman whose grip, holds when you slip
But the darkness won't get you
your family won't go
They will make your heart light
to where you know what is right
and you go where you know you should go

And it's life and it's dying
it's beginnings and ends
it's "what did you do
with the life they gave you"?
It's "were you that honest
and did you make amends
To all the ones under your guns
How have you treated your friends"?