Borderland Songtext
von Choke Up

Dark avenues turn into open roads
Crowded tenements into well-kept homes
Some folks die wealthy and young with bitter hearts
Others stay healthy long enough to see joy wither and scar
I don′t want any part of it
To be the victim, me a sinner, or the advocate
So we're riding out to where we don′t exist
Headlights cutting bright into the darkness


Oh, obscurity has found me in a motel suite
A thousand miles from the refinery and polluted streets
We came to reside where we coexist
With poisoned family and bitter friends
Chain link and picket, no one was admitted to the winning end
The wolves are lambs or the man behind the curtain
Are killing in circles for the prosecution or the defense

Lying on the hood of a car watching the sun go down
The devil in me knows one day we'll have to turn around
"Can you imagine?" Jenny says to me
As the moon rises over the beach
Having our own place by the ocean
I know we'll never be

But isn′t it pretty to dream?
Isn′t it pretty to dream?
Isn't it pretty to dream?