| The car wheels hummed and the radio whined
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| The rise and fall of telephone lines
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| I was trying to remember the last thing you said
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| Holding on to the slender thread
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| I was awakened last night by the knife of a moon
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| I’ve been spooling out a thread from my heart to you
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| Don’t give up on me whatever you do
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| I’m holding on to the slender thread
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| So look up and bless every guiding star
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| We’ve worked so hard and come so far
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| And home is still wherever you are
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| Holding on to the slender thread
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| I never knew it would come to this
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| That world I knew would no longer exist
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| I can still feel it burn like a place you kissed
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| Holding on to the slender thread
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| So look up and bless every guiding star
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| We’ve worked so hard and come so far
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| And home is still wherever you are
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| Holding on to the slender thread
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| Scams and scriptures posted by the roadside
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| Whole stories hung out on loose on the clotheslines
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| I’ve left a trail of crumbs and a paper map
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| As the miles unravel, it’s love that calls me back
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| I used to lay out altars in hotel rooms
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| On cigarette burnt tables and check out at noon
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| A stone and a feather and a letter from you
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| Holding on to the slender thread
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| So look up and bless every guiding star
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| We’ve worked so hard and come so far
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| And home is still wherever you are
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| Holding on to the slender thread |