(ry cooder/john hiatt/jim dickinson)There’s a place, so I’ve been told,Every street is paved with goldAnd it’s just across the borderlineAnd when it’s time to take your turnThere’s a lesson that you must learnYou may lose more than you’ll ever hope to find.(chorus)And when you reach that broken promised landAnd all your dreams slip though your handYou have learned it’s too late to change your mindCause you pay the price to come so farJust to wind up where you areAnd you’re still just across the borderline.Up and down the rio grandeA thousand foot prints in the sandReveal a secret no one can defineThe river rolls on like a breathIn between our life and deathTell me who is next to cross that borderline.(chorus)And when you reach that broken promised landAnd all your dreams slip though your handYou’ll know it’s too late to change your mindCause you pay the price to come so farJust to wind up where you areAnd you’re still just across the borderline.