Hanging By A Thread / When I'm Gone
--words and music by Michael Stanley and Phil Ochs

Does anyone still want to be a troubadour
They've gone the way of Vikings and the like
But there was a time when some had that in mind
And raged against the fading of the light...

From el Paso through Ohio
on to Bleecker street
Armed with just a notebook
and six strings
Believing that a song
might start to right some wrongs
With all the news that's fit to sing...

And no one wants to die out
in Far Rockaway
But deep in Queens is where
the whole thing led
And one too any seasons
of dreams that turned to treason
Left him out there hanging by a thread...

There's no place in this world
where I'll belong when I'm gone
And I won't know the right
from the wrong when I'm gone
Won't hear me singing
on this song when I'm gone
So I guess I'Il have to do it while I'm here...

And revolutions have a way of taking down
the ones who wave the flag
Laying in the wreckage
that's left on the ground
Jettisoned to cut down on the drag...

And no one sets their sights
to be an afterthought
When there's so much more to say
A relic in the minds of those
who ruled the time
The ones who say who leaves
and who can stay...