Текст песни: Different Ways of Drawin' Lines + перевод

from the circles of hell to the center of the cyclone

there’s many crossroads all leading home

from the edge of the cradle to the edge of the grave

there’s time to be wasted, there’s time to be saved

between the white, white lightning and the sweet, sweet thunder

there’s enough to make you cry and enough to make you wonder

and in between the back you’ve turned

the rainbow’s end and the bridges you’ve burned

there’s different ways of drawing lines

some are yours and some are mine

some are hers and some are his

and that’s the way it is

and it’s six of one half dozen of the other

there’s a ghost of a long, lost lover

there’s a mother and a child and they’re singing out of tune

there’s a mad man dancing on the dark side of the moon

there’s a doomsday messiah living down on skid row

there’s a outlaw sneaking back from Mexico

there’s a king of the mountain, there’s a leader of the pack

there’s a christian soldier and he’s never coming back

and there’s different ways of drawing lines

some are yours and some are mine

some are hers and some are his

and that’s the way it is

now I’m living out here on the edge of the wilderness

uncivilized but I couldn’t care less

I’m far away from the man with his common sense

his arbitrary rules and his barbed wire fence

I’ve got nothing personal against that man

I’m cutting corners myself as much as I can

but he says the show’s all over when the curtain’s been pulled

he says the bottle’s half empty when I know it’s half full

and there’s different ways of drawing lines

some are yours and some are mine

some are hers and some are his

and that’s the way it is

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