Hanging On - 1. Chapter 1

We were standin' on top of the mountain,
Takin' in the birdsong and the views.
The panorama of beauty had me breathless
as we walked hand-in-hand and talked into the afternoon.

The he spotted a broken piece of chain link,
curiousity took him to its side.
He looked down the edge of the mountain below, and
turned to me and asked, do you want to take a ride?

So now I'm clingin' hard to the middle,
And he's stretchin' out to the side,
Seein' just how far he has to lean
to get a touch of what's goin' by...

And I'm holdin' fast to the middle,
And he's barely hangin' on,
I just hope and pray, when we get down...
That he's not gone.

I've never been one for excitement,
A quiet day at home is fine for me.
's not to say I don't like a thrill,
if it's flyin' down the tracks down at good old Disney...

He has to have somethin' to remember,
Something new to do and talk about.
The way we did it before isn't good enough
if there's another corner he can peek around...

For 17 years we've learned a lot about us,
how to be a part of each other.
We've learned how to do the things we like to do,
and still keep the other, close and together.

But this trip is more than I asked for,
Chain link skiing is way past my limits.
I know I'll love him 'til the day I die;
I just hope, that this isn't it...

And I'm hangin' on to the middle,
And he's laughin' and turning around.
He smiles at me with the wind rushin' past
and blows me a kiss as we rush down and down...

And I'm holdin' fast to the middle,
And he's barely hangin' on,
I just hope and pray, when we get down...
That he's not gone.

And I'm clingin' hard to the middle,
And he's up and lookin' at the sky,
Wonder and excitement on his face,
as he raises his arms, and sees if he can fly...

We're slowin' down at the bottom,
and he's still dancin' face to the wind,
Then we stop, and I get up...
and I'm clingin' to him.

I'm clingin' to him.