Just on the border of your waking mind, There lies another time Where darkness and light are one, And as you tread the halls of sanity You feel so glad to be unable to go beyond I have a message from another time.

Breathin' air I could be numb Borderline case Reinforced glass Earn some friends Passport photos and a life so bad Empty pocket and they think it's all They think it's all It's all ripped up on a smaller list?

These Mexican minutes get longer and longer We're down to the worm in the bottle The chips and the salsa are gone Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico" We're two days south of the border Feeling too good to care why As the days goes by Up in the city

They poured across the borders We were cautioned to surrender This I could not do Into the hills I vanished No one ever asks me Who I am or where I'm going But those of you who know You cover up my footprints I have changed my name so often

Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Please see for me if her hair hangs long If you're travelin' in the north country fair If you go when the snowflakes storm When the rivers

So pour me another tequila, Sheila I feel like ol' Poncho Villa, Sheila I crossed the border, and I beat the dealer For all the damn gold in Juarez And lay down and love me again Pour me another tequila, Sheila! Pour me another tequila, Sheila Take off

I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights We'll slip across the border on the wrong side of right And just like Butch and Sundance we'll ride until the dawn Sipping whiskey, singing cowboy songs On the Right Side of Wrong A friend of a friend

East to South, North to West Seabirds fly the salty wind See us go, as they go, across the borderlines Can we go, as they go, across the borderlines? I can feel the fear hang heavy on the water Glinting sharply with the pale moonlight Mothers hold on

Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yeah up to Nashville, Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honky tonk Along come Mr. Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want Want you to sign your

'Cause when I leave this town I won't be back no more, no more I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go I'm gonna leave here running people Because walking is most too slow I'm going back, to the border Before they put up the fence Where