The story
He is one bad night from breaking apart.
He stands at the edge of what he can hold together, asking for somebody to pull him back before the lights go out and the last good thing slips away. The plea is simple and bare, and it lands like a hand reaching through the dark, just in time to feel the fall start.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.