From the recording History
Lyrics
Streetlights street fights Saturday nights
A song I played often that I never got right
And the hot lights, the spotlights that once were so bright
I look all around me and they're nowhere in sight
I don't live on that edge anymore
I don't sleep with my suitcase parked by the front door
I don't slide around corners with my foot to the floor
I don't live on that edge anymore
Drinking, thinking, alone in some bar
Or off on the high side in another old car
I was lonely, I only wished someone was there
I was always broke someplace you could not repair
I don't live on that edge anymore
I don't sleep with my suitcase parked by the front door
I don't slide around corners with my foot to the floor
I don't live on that edge anymore
Drifting, shifting, asleep in the wind
I've been turned in by strangers; I've been turned out by friends
All the bad times, the sad times I've lost and I've found
Lying down in mid air; waking up on the ground
I don't live on that edge anymore
I don't sleep with my suitcase parked by the front door
I don't slide around corners with my foot to the floor
I don't live on that edge anymore; no, I don’t
live on that edge anymore