Trouble at the Border

High noon in my monkey mind; the shadows drawin’ near
We won’t find out who’s left standin’; until the dust clouds clear

Standin’ tall my heat’s gone packin’; panic rises in my throat
However will I win this duel? Against a clever foe

There’s trouble at the border; there’s somethin’ goin’ down
There’s trouble at the border; that old monkey’s hangin’ round
That monkey’s busy telling me, “You’d better turn and run”
There’s trouble at the border, there’s fightin’ to be done
There’s fightin’ to be done

Salty fears spillin’ down my face; beady eyes starin’ back at me
Graspin’ tight to old habits dear; my racin’ heart can’t see

Dust keeps coverin’ up my dreams
That blowin’ wind, she’s howlin’ loud
Sage breaks through the splittin’ earth
Commands the rains to quench its thirst

There’s trouble at the border; there’s somethin’ goin’ down
There’s trouble at the border; that old monkey’s hangin’ round
That monkey’s busy telling me, “You’d better turn and run”
There’s trouble at the border, there’s fightin’ to be done
There’s fightin’ to be done

Rains from papa sky cleanse my foggy mind; mama earth calms my fears
As their child I feel humbled; there is no threat, it’s clear

What comes through to me as I face him down; the choice is up to me
I’m more interested in movin’ past his duel; to be what I can see

There’s trouble at the border; there’s somethin’ goin’ down
There’s trouble at the border; that old monkey’s hangin’ round
So when that monkey’s tellin’ me, “You better turn and run”
I’ll walk right past and tip my hat; singin’, “Been a pleasure, son”
It’s been a pleasure, son
Ahhhhhhhh-ah-ah-ah

Copyright 2007
Kathryn Ripp, Lauranne Bailey, Carol Harm
You Remind Me of Someone

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