Cause the pages are all filled
with new orders coming through
I am writing in the margins,
the good that didn't have to be
I am writing in the margins,
cause our days are spoken for
And your nights are worth the restless,
who were broken in this war
I stood twice, and carried once,
and yes I choose to serve
But there is no glory in it
And hope there's wisdom in the voice
And we fall back on our training
When the mo ment leaves no choice
I am riding in the margins,
getting closer to the edge
I am running out my time,
I am riding in the margins,
a horse that's going blind
Staying fo cused on my mission,
and attached to my behind
I am riding in the margins,
listing all I need to fix
You know my job is still in transport,
There's not a lot of rich boys,
But I'll think about that later,
when I make it home again
I am riding in the margins,
on the out skirts of a town
on the day you wore that gown
I guess I'll try to sleep now,
when I get this off to you
Knowing there is at least one thing
in this world that is still true
I am riding in the margins
I am riding in the margins
I am riding in the margins
I am riding in the margins
I am riding in the margins
I am riding in the margins
