Interpret:

Alison Krauss

Album:

Too Late To Cry

There's a chill on this evening
The night´s right for grieving
Darkness surrounds him as he wanders alone


He walked past the dim lights
The pathways and street lights
They remind him of nights long ago


When his love was strong and his muscles hard
His whiskey throat was beery marred
Seeking misfortune in the lies that he told


Then a brokin´ heart brought him to his knees
In the hour of his greatest need
Lost and forsaken by the love he could not hold


On the Borderline of love again
It´s bound to make you pay
On the Borderline we'll make our stand
Then watch it far away


And he stands in quiet solitude
The night reflects upon his mood
Seeking the vision that had once been so clear


When he felt the touch of his women's love
His pounding heart was warm and young
Now locked inside him with his anger and fear


As he moves on slowly past the trees
Down the pathway home through fallen leaves
He can't believe how he'd sunken so low


So he learned to live with his injured pride
His purple heart hidden deep inside
The only reward for a love he could not hold


On the Borderline of love again
It´s bound to make you pay
On the Borderline we'll make our stand
Then watch it far away


On the Borderline of love again
It´s bound to make you pay
On the Borderline we'll make our stand
Then watch it far away