Lyrics

Sprawled across my bed, the morning paper read
How they found him, good as dead, the night before
He was almost seventeen, full of hopes and full of dreams
Now all that seems to matter is to breathe again

Here, in the balance, just hangin' by a thread
Here, in the balance, between the living and the dead
In the balance, it is said, good men have lost their heads
When they bartered off their souls for tarnished gold
Or a nickels worth of bread. Out there in the balance

She held her pain so dear, like a playmate for her fears
If she could make them disappear she'd find a way
'Cause she lost so many years locked up inside of here
Now it only really matters to be free again

Here, in the balance, tap-dancing on a ledge
Here, in the balance, sling a Soft-Shoe off the edge
In the balance I have read, a wise old man once said
When the weight comes down upon us we often promise
More than we can pledge. Out here in the balance

Hanging in the balance, looking for a trace
Praying maybe next time we won't make the same mistakes
But it seems we reach each morning
Finding new ones in their place

Swirling 'round in space in our ignorance and haste
I pray that we don't waste this place called home
'Cause we're almost there it seems, full of hopes and full of dreams
And it only really matters to believe again
Out here in the balance

Music & Lyrics by David Greathouse
© 1991, Sourdough Music, ASCAP