(Kerry Livgren)

You're a rich man, but a poor man

With your pockets lined with gold

Always in the middle neither hot or cold

And you think you've found your freedom

But it always slips away

Nothing ever satisfies, you always have to pay

(Chorus)

(On the) Borderline, you're standing on the borderline

You're waiting for the place and time

And living in between

(On the) Borderline, you're standing on the borderline

It's gotta be your world or mine

So which way will you lean

So much indecision

Leaves you hanging in the air

You can't remain forever 'cause there's nothing there

With one foot in the ocean

And the other on the shore

You'll be goin' nowhere, 'til you step on through the door

(Chorus)

Now I know your wheels are spinning

But you never seem to move

I can see right through you

So what you tryin' to prove

And it's not coincidental

That you're always on the run

No more second chances now

The day is almost done