There’s a place so I’ve been told
Where every street is paved with gold.
And it’s just across the borderline.
And when it’s time to take your turn
There is a lesson that you must learn.
You could lose more than you ever
thought you’d find.
And when you reach the broken promise land,
And all your dreams slip through your hands
And you know it’s too late to change your mind.
Because you’ve paid the price to come so far,
Just to wind up where you are.
And you’re still just across the borderline.
And when you reach the broken promise land,
And all your dreams slip through your hands
And you know it’s too late to change your mind.
Because you’ve paid the price to come so far,
Just to wind up where you are.
And you’re still just across the borderline.
Now up and down the Rio Grande,
A thousand footprints in the sand,
Reveal a secret no one can define.
The river rolls on like a breath,
In between our life and death.
Tell me who’s the next to cross the borderline.
And when you reach the broken promise land,
And all your dreams slip through your hands,
And you know it’s too late to change your mind.
Because you’ve paid the price to come so far,
Just to wind up where you are.
And you’re still just across the borderline.
And you’re still just across the borderline.
Somebody
Tell me who’s the next to cross the borderline
Ry Cooder, 1987.
I’ve been listening to this “Borderline” by Ry Cooder -It’s a heart breaker and it was written 32 years ago. And yet it is topical today. Ry now calls Trump Fake Orange Hair in his new release "The Prodigal Son."f