The Fine Line

From the village of the blue-eyed
To the landscape of concrete
From the grapevines on the hillside
To the bass under the street
I pretend to be unbound
Getting lost but always found
On the fine line
Between yours and mine
I spend my lifetime
On a road, the road without a sign

In my thoughts I’ve been a rebel
Serving manners as a slave
I’ve been dining with the devil
But love is what I gave
The patience I have payed
I survived because I stayed
On the fine line
Between yours and mine
I spend my lifetime
On a road, the road without a sign

So like actors on the stages
I keep following the script
While all the places turn to cages
Confessions I have skipped
Please tell me I’ll arrive
If I ever stop the drive
On the fine line
Between yours and mine
I spend my lifetime
On a road, the road without a sign