Across the Border

Dead on The Track

Drinking in the barroom from Hell
Propped up on a bar stool waiting for the bell
Twisting all the words so no-one can tell
How a man can fall so low and end up a shell

Resolution, there’s no looking back
Destination, stick a pin in the map
Reputation, lying dead on the track
Restoration, it’s too late for that

The creases on her face just give it all away
Of her lovers and leavers before I came to stay
How can it be a man can stoop so low
To depend on a woman in a low class show

Resolution, there’s no looking back
Destination, stick a pin in the map
Reputation, lying dead on the track
Restoration, it’s too late for that

The ancient bar on the wrong side of the track
Is a stepping stone to moral collapse
The clientele don’t walk the line
They shoot it up time after time

Resolution, there’s no looking back
Destination, stick a pin in the map
Reputation, lying dead on the track
Restoration, it’s too late for that

Tomorrow I vow to hit the open road
To leave behind the squalor and the pain
But when daylight falls on my bloodshot eyes
The bottle of booze wins again

Resolution, there’s no looking back
Destination, stick a pin in the map
Reputation, lying dead on the track
Restoration, it’s too late for that

(Jameson/Rowley)