Walking the Line
You walk under twilight.
Reborn into moonlight.
So easily we're chosen.
So easily unwoven.
Jesus came that morning.
Jesus gave no warning.
I feel strange.
I don't remember anything.
Chorus:
I've been walking the line.
Jesus came that morning.
Jesus gave no warning.
I feel strange.
I don't remember anything.
Chorus:
I've been walking the line.
We all transcend,
To a bitter end.
To silent grooves.
To other lives,
Under skies of granite stone.
Writer/s: BRYAN WILLIAMS, TERRY PRICE
