On The Border - Al Stewart

[00:00.82]On the Border - Al Stewart
[00:31.13]The fishing boats go out across the evening water
[00:35.63]Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
[00:40.56]The wind whips up the waves so loud
[00:43.0]The ghost moon sails among the clouds
[00:45.53]And turns the rifles into silver on the border
[00:58.09]On my wall the colors of the maps are running
[01:02.84]From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
[01:07.46]The torches flare up in the night
[01:09.97]The hand that sets the farms alight
[01:12.46]Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border
[01:20.28]In the village where I grew up
[01:22.47]Nothing seems the same
[01:24.59]Still you never see the change from day to day
[01:29.42]No one notices the customs slip away
[01:47.18]Late last night the rain was knocking on my window
[01:51.68]I moved across the darkened room and in the lamp-glow
[01:56.369995]I thought I saw down in the street
[01:58.8]The spirit of the century
[02:01.24]Telling us that we're all standing on the border
[02:08.99]In the islands where I grew up
[02:11.18]Nothing seems the same
[02:13.05]It's just the patterns that remain an empty shell
[02:17.9]But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well
[02:35.65]The fishing boats go out across the evening water
[02:39.95999]Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
[02:44.84]The wind whips up the waves so loud
[02:47.4]The ghost moon sails among the clouds
[02:49.92]And turns the rifles into silver on the border
[02:57.29001]On the border
[03:01.86]On the border
[03:06.8]On the border