Verse 1)Suitcase heavy, passport clean.Fifty years a ghost machine.Continent to continent, a shadow in the line.Trading in the danger, buying up the time.Bogotá to Paris, Bangkok to LA.Just another face fading into grey.(Chorus)Five decades on the border, walking on a wire.Playing with the law, dancing in the fire.Country to country, carrying the weight.Handing off the package at the final gate.Fifty years of running, fifty years of stone.A lifetime at the border, dying all alone.(Verse 2)Customs eyes are piercing, scanning for a lie.Heartbeat steady, looking at the sky.I’ve seen the seasons change through a terminal pane.Washing off the sweat, hiding from the rain.The names are always different, the game is just the same.A nameless destination in a rich man's game.(Chorus)Five decades on the border, walking on a wire.Playing with the law, dancing in the fire.Country to country, carrying the weight.Handing off the package at the final gate.Fifty years of running, fifty years of stone.A lifetime at the border, dying all alone.(Bridge)Young men start for money, old men stay for fear.The lines upon my face map out every year.No family to look for, no home to call my own.Just the midnight tarmac and a dial tone.One last drop to deliver, one last line to cross.Counting up the profit, measuring the loss.(Outro)Fifty years of borders.Fifty years of code.The suitcase is empty.End of the road.Just a ghost at the gate.Fading out of sight.Crossing over one last time, into the night.
