uma das minhas canções preferidas é esta, de cass mccombs (e verifico agora que nunca aqui o tinha citado). o clip, de que também é co-autor, tem piada por mostrar essa noção algo difusa que sempre me inspiram as fronteiras, por serem quase sempre óbvias (caso das cenas filmadas no méxico) mas haver nelas por vezes algo mais subtil nessa linha que marca a diferença (cenas em new orleans).




on my way to you, old county

hoping nothing's changed

that your pain is never-ending

that is, it's still the same

county line, county line

i left so far behind

you never even tried to love me

what did i have to do to make you want me?

i feel so blind, i can't make out the passing road signs

all that you would have me do is cross that county line

now you know i'm coming, old county

to see construction sites

and your new homes never-ending

i think i can see the lights

county line, county line

i can smell the columbine

you never even tried to love me

what did i have to do to make you want me?

i feel so blind, i can't make out the passing road signs
all that you would have me do is cross that county line