They're all over town
They have maybe crossed the borders too
They're written, spoken and sung.
Not a single story untold.
Maybe I'll find it someday
Anyway I don't care what's true about you
There are tears and sandness in the dark
We've all been there
Take the glass of scotch
Believe when you hear the voice of good intentions
When it's beside your glass whispering in your ear
Whatever you're through
You're so deep in the jazz with a tear rolling down
Wipe it away and turn up some stringswing
Cross new borders