Tekstovi: Rocking Chairs. No Sad Goodbyes. Lights Across The Border.

Been faced with hard times
tried to cross the border
left behind the homeland
living day to day
waiting for a night ride
comin' at sundown
looking for a real job
send some money home...

Clouds across the full moon, driftin' so slow
lights across the border, think it's time to go

Dreams of a lifetime
tied down in barbed-wire
men without a country
pride's still in their souls
reach the final checkpoint
passport to freedom
stand right here waiting
look up to the sky...

Clouds across the full moon, driftin' so slow
lights across the border, think it's time to go...
Clouds across the full moon, driftin' so slow
lights across the border, think it's time to go.