Текст песни Lines - Waylon Jennings

I want to be free from the noise of the grind
So I live on the outskirts of the back of my mind
With a strong hand a songman and God on my side
I′m writing that freedom a line at a time
On the highway to nowhere that runs through my mind
A yellow line stretches out into the night
Broken in places it's my guiding light
So I′m writing that freedom a line at a time
I'm walking a fine line between wrong and right
I can live with the problems of this day and time
Consider me lucky cause I'll be all right
In my mind I′m having a beautiful life
I′m lost in the feelings of this heart of mine
In search of the border of infinite time
And I find peace of mind in the songs and their rhymes
So I'm writing my freedom a line at a time