Steppenwolf - Slender Thread of Hope lyrics
[Steppenwolf - Slender Thread of Hope lyrics]
You see that endless line? They're
Victims of our time
Who's only crime was to bank
On their fathers dreams
To work hard all your life
To raise your family with your wife
And to survive all the heartaches and
Bad breaks fate may bring
But dreams are seldom real and
An aching heart won't heal
Standing in a line for a
Meal at a strangers door
As night begins to fall
They lay down in the hall of the mission
Of the Salvation Army that is loosing the war
And they dream of home
Where someone's waitin'
Waitin' by the phone at the end of their rope
But come early dawn as dreams are fading
They're hanging by a slender thread of hope
Now it's closing time again
She turns her collar to the wind
Goes running in the rain to a
Friend on the way back home
To hold the only joy the
World did not destroy
A laughing little brown eyed boy
She calls her own
Though he leads her by the hand and
Tries to be her little man
He's really still too young to
Understand her quiet fears
Oh bills weigh on her mind and
She hates her daily grind
'Cause time for romance was impossible to
Find these last few years
Now they're goin' home
Where no one's waiting
Weary to the bone, she tries to cope
Sitting there alone, while slowly fading
She rocks to sleep her slender thread of hope
The news comes on at ten
The public servant will explain
How pouring water on the drowning little
Man will solve the mess
To save our way of life and
To help us all survive
Those with nothing will now have to
Stay alive on even less
And as he spoke these words of wisdom
Like a cruel joke beyond his scope
With just one stroke from his fountain pen
He cut the last and final thread of hope
Victims of our time
Who's only crime was to bank
On their fathers dreams
To work hard all your life
To raise your family with your wife
And to survive all the heartaches and
Bad breaks fate may bring
But dreams are seldom real and
An aching heart won't heal
Standing in a line for a
Meal at a strangers door
As night begins to fall
They lay down in the hall of the mission
Of the Salvation Army that is loosing the war
And they dream of home
Where someone's waitin'
Waitin' by the phone at the end of their rope
But come early dawn as dreams are fading
They're hanging by a slender thread of hope
Now it's closing time again
She turns her collar to the wind
Goes running in the rain to a
Friend on the way back home
To hold the only joy the
World did not destroy
A laughing little brown eyed boy
She calls her own
Though he leads her by the hand and
Tries to be her little man
He's really still too young to
Understand her quiet fears
Oh bills weigh on her mind and
She hates her daily grind
'Cause time for romance was impossible to
Find these last few years
Now they're goin' home
Where no one's waiting
Weary to the bone, she tries to cope
Sitting there alone, while slowly fading
She rocks to sleep her slender thread of hope
The news comes on at ten
The public servant will explain
How pouring water on the drowning little
Man will solve the mess
To save our way of life and
To help us all survive
Those with nothing will now have to
Stay alive on even less
And as he spoke these words of wisdom
Like a cruel joke beyond his scope
With just one stroke from his fountain pen
He cut the last and final thread of hope