MY SHADOW ON THE BORDER OF OLD STORIES.

Sometimes the right and wrong ain’t black and white

Sometimes a problem’s holding far too tight

And it’s hard to understand

When the bills are out of hand.

Sometimes escapist notions fill the brain

Sometimes it’s hard to see going down the drain

And it’s hard to understand

When we’re playing in wonderland.

My life is full of good intentions

Beginnings are easy to find…

The history that never got made in my young days

Is my shadow on the border of old stories…

My life has been about ifs and maybes

My shadow on the border of old stories.

Sometimes a blow-out seems the best idea

Sometimes we know how cash can disappear

And it’s hard to understand

When the court serves its demand.

Sometimes the writing’s plainly on the wall

Sometimes before we know it we start to fall

And it’s hard to understand

When the bills are out of hand.