Narrow Line

The world ain’t big enough for lovers who run
Blood ain’t thick enough for mothers and sons
She can’t drink quick enough to have a little fun
If that ain’t sad enough, just wait until I'm done

The water’s rising, what doesn’t burn will drown
Or freeze in little boxes under southern border towns
All the men dying with more than they can spend
Ain’t it just enough, the stiffest mind to bend

We can’t hold it all
Our hands are just too small
The best we can do is break up time
And keep it on a narrow line

The women wake at night and wait for them to come
All thosе monsters long since dead and gonе
Cold grey fishing towns, I remember them the same
Each and every street sign bedeviled with their names

We can’t hold it all
Our hands are just too small
The best we can do is break up time
And keep it on a narrow line
Just keep it on a narrow line