On The Verge

[Verse 1]
On the verge of stealing
The precious thing you're concealing
Give the cup of grief to me
Hey, I'll drink it to the dregs
And if your senses are reeling, you know that
Everything that rises must converge
Simply, in a word, you will
Lay your burden down and walk away

[Verse 2]
You're slipping through the cracks, and, by the way
We all start out as castaways
Thrown-down coins on dusty floors
Distraction, the order of the day
So you mine a deeper vein
To try and even out the score
What lies behind these suffering songs?
And yearning--well, for something more

[Chorus]
We're on the verge
Oh, we're on the verge
Oh, oh, we're on the verge

[Verse 3]
Fresh tar off the railroad ties
Bind us to that lonely route
Keep the home fires burning
If the ember's ever going out
I'm on the verge of stealing
That river forded in great haste
Give the cup of grief to me
But thirst is all that we can taste

[Chorus]
On the verge
Oh, on the verge, oh
We're on the verge
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We're on the verge
On the verge