I don't feel you here
I don't think of you like you're here
Porcelain, pretty in a still-life
Glass ornament, O mine
Sing to me, sweet, but you're gonna leave singing

Call me when you're miserable
Speak southbound-induced miracles
Head to the border on a Saturday
Watched you drive away
Leave in your debt to my parapet
Looking out for you

Lyrics submitted by vetursjor

Border Towns song meanings
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