Cross Every Line
Availble on: The Lonesome Death of Buck McCoy
Written by: Buck/McCaughey
There is a lamp
That never dims
Where shadows rise to meet the ...
In the sulfur spoken dust
A sack of air that smile
A sack of air and smile

And I will cross every line I find
And I will cross every line

When sidewalk comes to meet my face
It's a sensation that I know well
Their is a moral for the mortal
That I might live to tell
That I might live to tell

And I will cross every line I find
And I will cross every line

I am watching still the insects spread
Across the rivers
Across the lakes
They increase against the spray
To feed on my mistakes
To feed on my mistakes

And I will cross every line I find
And I will cross every line
I will cross every line I find
And I will cross every line