The Fine Line

From the village of the blue-eyed

To the landscape of concrete

From the grapevines on the hillside

To the bass under the street

I pretend to be unbound

Getting lost but always found

On the fine line

Between yours and mine

I spend my lifetime

On a road, the road without a sign

In my thoughts I’ve been a rebel

Serving manners as a slave

I’ve been dining with the devil

But love is what I gave

The patience I have payed

I survived because I stayed

On the fine line

Between yours and mine

I spend my lifetime

On a road, the road without a sign

So like actors on the stages

I keep following the script

While all the places turn to cages

Confessions I have skipped

Please tell me I’ll arrive

If I ever stop the drive

On the fine line

Between yours and mine

I spend my lifetime

On a road, the road without a sign