The Border

Dry forever the sun blinds off the whitewashed walls Unbelieving she looks up from the unswept floor You don't have to go you don't have to tell me All that talk of lofty causes wrapped in foolish pride That's a lie That you don't have to tell me I don't want to hear how wisdom walks beside you Or how God is inside you again No wire marks the border No fence or wall No town breaks this horizon Nothing at all Dust surrounds her the men go hungry for disaster All they leave behind are The old and useless and the broken That never will be mended I don't want to hear you're captured by the madness Of ideas long discredited from other people's minds They're all lies That you don't have to tell me All that comes of this is poverty and hardship Still you don't absorb a word I say But now there is a border A line of blood Now men patrol the border But they're dead Somewhere a bird is flying oh Somewhere the wind is sighing oh I hope it brings you comfort 'cause it's surely no good to me This wind blows me down and cuts me like a knife And now the darkness and coldness That freezes out illusion Restores the picture gives back the pieces And lays them on the empty floor I don't want to hear so you don't have to tell me How you rewrite history a little every day 'Till it's lies That you don't have to tell me I don't want to hear how good it really has been How wonderful the troubles we shared No I don't want to hear so you don't have to tell me I don't need your comfort I just need your company