Stepping Off the Border Side

<instrumental intro There's a quiet line in the middle of town. Where the street

light's thin and the rules fall down. Half the houses got open doors.

Half still sleeping like before. I've been walking that edge too long.

With one foot out and one foot gone. Everybody saying, "Choose your lane."

But the road keeps changing names. I've been living in the almost zone.

Close to everything, nothing my own. On a- On the border side of a brand

new life. With my old fears in the rear view light. I don't know

yet if I'll sink or rise. But I'm tired of standing in between the lines.