Текст песни Writing In The Margins - John Gorka

I'm writing in the margins
notes to me and you
because the pages are all filled
with new orders coming through

I'm writing in the margins
notes to you and me
so maybe we'll remember
the good that didn't have to be

I'm writing in the margins
because our days are spoken for
and your nights are with 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 my voice goes mosty unheard

We go when we are called
and hope there's wisdom in the voice
and we fall back on our training
when the moment leaves no choice

I'm writing in the margins
getting closer to the edge
I am running out my time
I am walking on a ledge

I'm writing in the margins
a horse that's going blind
staying focused on my mission
and attached to my behind

I'm writing in the margins
listing all I need to fix
you know my job is still in transport
today twenty tons of bricks

There's not a lot of rich boys
wearing DCU's and sand
but I'll think about that later
when I make it home again

I'm writing in the margins
on the outskirts of a town
thinking of that view
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 writing in the margins
I am writing in the margins
I am writing in the margins
I am writing in the margins
I am writing in the margins
I am writing in the margins