Borders - Chris Bathgate

You know the sun it swings

Across my borders

And the day it hangs

Upon my shoulders

And worse then that

Is how they react

As if cornered, as If cornered

Well I don’t get by

On a happy tune

And I don’t get sun

In the afternoon

And when the evening fear

Is just coming on

I’m all static and quivering

With the shades all drawn

With the shades all drawn