On The Borderline - Alison Krauss

There’s a chill on this evening, nights right for greaving,

Darkness surrounds him as he wanders alone

He walked past the dim lights, the pathways and street lights

They remind him, of nights long ago,

When his love was strong and his muscles hard, His whiskey throat was barley

marred,

Seeking misfortune in the lies that he told, Then a brokin heart bought him to his knees,

In the hour of his greatest need, Lost and forsaken by the love,

he could not hold

On the Border line of love again, Its bound to make you pay

On the Border line, we’ll make our stand, Then watch it fall away

And he stands in quiet solitude, The nights reflects upon his mood,

Seeking the vision that had once been so clear, When he felt the touch of his

women’s love

His pounding heart was warm and young, Now locked inside him with his anger and

fear

As he moves on slowly, past the trees, Down the path way home through fallen

leaves

He can’t believe, how he’d sunken so low, So he learned to live with his

injured pride

His purple heart hidden, deep inside, The only reward, for a love he could not

hold