David Francey Border Line
Four in the morning, twenty below
With the sun coming up over Buffalo
I'll be turning for home with a load to go
Coming back from the border line
Three hours passing through the customs gate
I'm three hours early, now running late
Trying to make a living hauling that freight
Coming back from the border line
Well I think of my baby fast asleep
And when the suns comes calling, a new day leaps
From her eyes, in the windshield, the locket where I keep her always
Down by the bridge, by the broken sign
I'm wired on coffee and hurting for time
Got my eyе on the blue horizon line
Thе highway slithers like a golden snake
Between the darkened sky and the frozen lake
My heart's still hoping that you might wait
Coming back from the border line
Well I think of my baby fast asleep
And when the suns comes calling, a new day leaps
From her eyes, in the windshield, the locket where I keep her always
Down by the bridge, by the broken sign
I'm wired on coffee and hurting for time
Got my eye on the blue horizon line
Four in the morning, twenty below
With the sun coming up over Buffalo
I'll be turning for home with a load to go
Coming back from the border line
