Seeds of doubt sown in the garden
for the crime that could not be.
Justice cast its dark reflection,
as penance took its toll on me.

Running to that bordertown.
That's the place where I gotta be.
Gonna make it to that border town.
The only place that I can free.

Endless highways drive me onward,
searching for the light of day
beyond temporal transgressions.
No earthly bonds could make me stay.

No time for languid contemplation.
My past and future ever near
the nefarious conjecture.
Is it salvation that I fear?

Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2003 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)