Slightly South Of The Border

So it's time we moved on

This geography has been so hard

Over mountains and out tbrough the plains

Of this blighted land

We live in an old town

And our friends and acquaintances

Teil us those stories

That make us feel fine

It gets dark when the sun goes down

And it's cold underfoot

The electric comes up through the ground

It's paid for with words and tended with love

Shopping is easy and much can be bought

With some money you get from somewhere

But who makes the Sundays like stone

And decides where the new roads will go

Slow, the road bends at will Plough through from crazy to sane

No education prepares you for this

You are born and you die

We go marching, coughing and croaking

So the smog cannot heal up our eyes

Great blank walls and dense prickly hedges

Paid for with words and tended with love

Smail stupid children bring paper to life

And up on the damp walls there are patterns like fish

There's a time for arriving in old towns like these

And a time to be moving on...

So you see we should be glad

Just waiting with huge empty heads

Draw a map and tear it in half

lt's paid for in words and tended with love

'Ihe land stretches out

You can feel with your hands and under your feet

Run your fingers through valleys and streams

Snapping fences and warm pools of blood

That's die history of all our dreams

Paid for with words and tended