The Sound of No-Face Music
You drew a line and caught in my limit
I took one step and walked right through it
Cold coffee waiting by the courthouse there
One phone left, but nobody there
I learned who stayed when the rent came
Who kept the word when the room went
I don't keep score
I remember the facts
A hand on my shoulder, a knife in my back
I built from scraps on the borrowed floor
You drew a line and caught in my limit
I took one step and walked right through it
Cold coffee waiting by the courthouse there
One phone left, but nobody there
I learned who stayed when the rent came
Who kept the word when the room went
I don't keep score
I remember the facts
A hand on my shoulder, a knife in my back
I built from scraps on the borrowed floor