One of the finest things to ever cross the border
was a girl I gave a ride to on a cold New Mexico morning. She was on the run, was lost, and was scared. I was in even worse shape – I was young, wild, and in need of some company. We ended up finding each other for awhile and I ended up with memories that make me smile every time I sing this song. It may not have been love, but it was sure on the borderline.
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