(John Pennell)      There's a chill on this evening nights right for greaving   Darkness surrounds him as he wanders alone   He walked past the dim lights the pathways and street lights   They remind him of nights long ago.      When his love was strong   And his muscles hard   His whiskey throat   Was barley marred.      Seeking the misfortune in the lies that he told   Then a broken heart bought him to his knees   In the hour of his greatest need   Lost and forsaken by the love he could not hold.      On the borderline of love again   It's bound to make you pay   On the borderline we'll make our stand   Then watch it fall away.      --- Banjo Instrumental ---      And he stands in quiet solitude the nights reflects upon his mood   Seeking the vision that had once been so clear   When he felt the touch of his women's love   His pounding heart was warm and young.      Now locked inside him with his anger and fear   As he moves on slowly past the trees   Down the path way   Home through fallen leaves.      He can't believe how he'd sunken so low   So he learned to live with his injured pride   His purple heart hidden deep inside   The only reward for a love he could not hold.      On the borderline of love again   It's bound to make you pay   On the borderline we'll make our stand   Then watch it fall away.      --- Fiddle Instrumental ---      On the borderline of love again   It's bound to make you pay   On the borderline we'll make our stand   Then watch it fall away...