There's many a slip twixt cup and lip
You'll never know what ill winds blow
in the darkness on the edge of town
The rich live soft, the poor live hard
The poorer-still lose their feet and drown
in the rivers of shadow that ebb and flow
in the darkness on the edge of town
The party girls with their hair in curls
with strings of pearls and silken gowns
Stray from the light and are lost to sight
in the darkness on the edge of town
The bravest men with the stoutest hearts
Set out to build their own renown
They won't retreat but are just fresh meat
in the darkness on the edge of town
By day they search the trackless sand
No marks, no evidence is found
Though many crossed they all were lost
in the darkness on the edge of town
You may know where you've come here from
but don't step out when the lights are down
You won't know who you're going to
in the darkness on the edge of town