The Green Line

You have walked onto the crossroads

Wherever it takes you, you know you'll be lost

Because every time you've taken the high road

You've had to stop to examine the cost

Eighteen years of liv'n it lonely

Twenty five more of taking it slow

One last chance to make it mean something

And if it means anything, god only knows

Joy and hate will take you for granted

Caution and love will leave you near blind

It's where the black turns to gold on the living

Just before they cross the green line

One last salute to the changes

That made you a martyr for paradise lost

One last look to the free and the mighty

Who live in a cauldron of semi-exhaust

Fond farewell to old isolation

The sweetest friend that a hermit could be

But it's time for doors and rivers and hinges

Time to go fishing for evergreen trees

Joy and hate will take you for granted

Caution and love will leave you near blind

It's where the black turns to gold on the living

Just before they cross the green line (x2)