I met the good Lord down in New Orleans,
And He showed me many things that I aint never seen,
And He taught me how to fly like a bird on the wing,
But He left me hanging on... on a shred of a string
I saw the Devil in the eye of a dream,
And now I know everything is not what it seems.
Clear as a conscience that aint done a thing,
Clouded and clutching on... to a shred of a string
I don't want to cry anymore
And I'm not scared to die, but for
This line that ties me to you
And the things that I do when I can't feel a thing...
While I'm hanging on... on this shred of a string
I found my love in the heart of a thief,
But the wings of that dove brought a lifetime of grief.
And I'll sing this song, though it don't mean a thing,
And I'll just keep swinging on... this shred of a string
I don't want to cry anymore
And I'm not scared to die, but for
This line that ties me to you
And the things that I do when I can't feel a thing...
While I'm hanging on... on this shred of a string