They came for a hand
Stayed through the winter line
Papers on the counter
Bills stacked up in time
Old towns feel crowded
New voices in the hall
Some folks call it change
Some folks feel the wall
Said it would be easy
Said it would all fit
But the buses keep on coming
And the systems barely sit
Borderline weather
Pressure in the street
Borderline weather
No one wants to leave
Hold the line, hold the line
Say what you believe
Borderline weather
And nobody sleeps
Neon on the corner
Sirens by the rail
Parents lock the doors now
Kids get home in haste
Mayors on the morning news
Talking soft, talking tall
But the market’s gone bare
And the rents keep climbing all
Hearts get split in silence
Jobs don’t stretch that far
Everybody’s counting
Every scar, every car
Borderline weather
Pressure in the street
Borderline weather
No one wants to leave
Hold the line, hold the line
Say what you believe
Borderline weather
And nobody sleeps
If we want a future
We need rules that hold
Maps, schools, and houses
Built for young and old
Less shouting in the courtyard
More truth at the door
A town can learn to bend
But it can’t break much more
Borderline weather
Pressure in the street
Borderline weather
No one wants to leave
Hold the line, hold the line
Say what you believe
Borderline weather
And nobody sleeps
