(John Pennell)

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 the misfortune in the lies that he told
Then a broken 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 borderline of love again
It's bound to make you pay
On the borderline we'll make our stand
Then watch it fall away.

--- Banjo Instrumental ---

And he stands in quiet solitude the nights reflects upon his mood
eeking 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 hdden deep inside
The only reward for a love he could not hold.

On the borderline of love again
It's bound to make you pay
On the borderline we'll make our stand
Then watch it fall away.

--- Fiddle Instrumental ---

On the borderline of love again
It's bound to make you pay
On the borderline we'll make our stand
Then watch it fall away...