The Borders we Traded [1994]

The lumber mill trains escape this small and dusty town
Where the tracks seem to chase the skies forever
But this is not where I belong
Who'd know the stranger I’d become if this were home

I'm the island you left and run away
And the thousands of miles you chose to stay
Beyond the borders we traded
The borders I traded for you

There are ghosts in the wind that blow across these empty fiеlds
Where the last missing crеw flew off forever
Seems what courses through our veins barely shape who we became
If this were true

I'm the island you left and ran away
And the thousands of miles you chose to stay
Beyond the borders we traded
The borders I traded with you
The borders I traded
The borders I traded with you

Time blurs these imaginary lines
The borders that faded disappeared