[Verse 1)] The desert wind is blowing through the screenCarrying the dust of places that I’ve beenI sit here on the porch as the sun goes downRight on the edge of this border townThe dashboard clock says sixty-nine and changeAnd suddenly the mirror looks so damn strangeI used to know the road, I used to have a planBut tonight I’m staring blankly at the lines in my hand( [Chorus)] Am I yesterday’s man, just running out of track?Standing at the frontier with no way of turning backStruggling to see the wood from the treesDrifting like a phantom on a midnight breezeIs it too late to change, even if I can?Or am I just the shadow of yesterday’s man? [(Verse 2)] The taillights fade across the Rio GrandeA million different lives shifting like the sandI spent a lifetime building walls inside my headNow I’m counting up the years and the words I never saidThey say that wisdom comes when the hair turns greyBut the fog is rolling in and I’ve lost my wayThe map I used to carry doesn't show the terrainOf a heart that's getting heavy with the twilight rain [Chorus)] Am I yesterday’s man, just running out of track?Standing at the frontier with no way of turning backStruggling to see the wood from the treesDrifting like a phantom on a midnight breezeIs it too late to change, even if I can?Or am I just the shadow of yesterday’s man? [(Bridge)] The border line is narrow between the dark and lightBetween the things I got wrong and the things I might get rightSeventy years of breathing, seven decades on the runAnd I’m still trying to figure out the man that I’ve becomeIs there time to cross over, is there time to heal?Or is this fading twilight the only thing that's real?([Guitar Solo / Instrumental Break - Slow, acoustic and weeping[) [Chorus)] Am I yesterday’s man, just running out of track?Standing at the frontier with no way of turning backStruggling to see the wood from the treesDrifting like a phantom on a midnight breezeIs it too late to change, even if I can?God, am I just the shadow of yesterday’s man?([Outro]) Just yesterday’s manStruggling to see the wood from the treesOn the Mexican border, down on my kneesIs it too late to change?Even if I can.The desert goes quiet.And the highway rolls on.Would you like me to adjust the pacing to make it
