The Ledge - (Standing on the platform) Words and music by Paul Snyders Standing on the platform waiting for the subway train Big bunch of unhappy people, staring blankly they got money on their brain, hearts filled with pain Going or coming or running from work throwing away all their time for a buck Making somebody filthy rich two weeks in Vegas each year they try their luck Sometimes it seems so pointless nobody don't want to do what they know is right Nothing in it for them, they're not in it so you feel so empty and alone at night Hope doesn't help when you know it won't happen wonder why you bother playin' it straight Maybe you should have gone cutthroat but you know its too late Just gets harder to keep it together, pressures pulling you every which way Schizophrenics serve society better don't think about the effect of what they're doing each day Gotta get a hit of something, take away the edge Put a cynical smile on my face and keep me off the ledge I don't mean to tell no tales what you do with yourself shows up in the end But if you just remove that vacant smile think and feel for yourself learn to grow and bend If it suits your sense of style grab a hold of that axe and do what it demands Though it may take you awhile you will open your eyes to a planet in need of a hand If I'm gonna die and leave this world some day Lord help me try to leave it better in some way I wanted to fly but where can you fly when the air has all gone I don't know what's right but I can sure tell you something's wrong They say you'll be fine as a god fearing-cheap sneering son of a bitch You put in your time you'll forget about this stuff when you're rich I'm still trying to find some kind of peace at the end of the day Just to turn off my mind and take myself away Sometimes it seems so pointless nobody don't want to do what they know is right Nothing in it for them they're not in it so you feel so empty and alone at night Hope doesn't help when you know it won't happen wonder why you bother playin' it straight Maybe you should have gone cutthroat but you know its too late Gotta get a hit of something, take away the edge Put a cynical smile on my face and keep me off the ledge
