I'm
writing in the margins,
notes to me and you
Cause the pages are all filled
with new orders coming through
I am writing in the margins,
notes to you and me
So maybe we'll remember,
the good that didn't have to be
I am writing in the margins,
cause our days are spoken for
And your nights are worth 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 mostly
unheard
We go when we are called
And hope there's wisdom in the voice
And we fall back on our training
When the mo ment leaves no choice
I am riding in the margins,
getting closer to the edge
I am running out my time,
I am walking on a ledge
I am riding in the margins,
a horse that's going blind
Staying fo cused on my mission,
and attached to my behind
I am riding in the margins,
listing all I need to fix
You know my job is still in transport,
today 20 tons of bricks
There's not a lot of rich boys,
wearing DCUs and sand
But I'll think about that later,
when I make it home again
I am riding in the margins,
on the out skirts of a town
Peeking up at you
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 riding in the margins
I am riding in the margins
I am riding in the margins
I am riding in the margins
I am riding in the margins
I am riding in the margins
You