Narrow Line

The world ain’t big enough for lovers who run

Blood ain’t thick enough for mothers and sons

She can’t drink quick enough to have a little fun

If that ain’t sad enough, just wait until I'm done

The water’s rising, what doesn’t burn will drown

Or freeze in little boxes under southern border towns

All the men dying with more than they can spend

Ain’t it just enough, the stiffest mind to bend

We can’t hold it all

Our hands are just too small

The best we can do is break up time

And keep it on a narrow line

The women wake at night and wait for them to come

All thosе monsters long since dead and gonе

Cold grey fishing towns, I remember them the same

Each and every street sign bedeviled with their names

We can’t hold it all

Our hands are just too small

The best we can do is break up time

And keep it on a narrow line

Just keep it on a narrow line