Our money is on the borderline
But we're doing good and we're just fine
Two times meal and a cheap room to stay
And in the evening a little wine
Here pork is good and the wind is chilled
Our distant home that's how we feel
Waking up with new friends everyday
Time's rolling on the Khasi Hills
The room we're staying ain't bad at all
It's coloured grey with the cardboard walls
Through the window you can see those migrant's homes
One's daughter's playing with her Chinese doll
It was Friday and the date was 13th
The sun was bright so we walked the green
And we went through the natives graveyard
We saw the hills - they were turning dark
She said her father was a communist
She took my hands but didn't share her dreams
She played comedians and angels on her phone
We kissed on the mountains drowned in mist
We met a poet who does the prophecy
Lost for words of the destiny
We drank up to the eyes and spoke few words
Like Trojan Horse and Democracy
So if you on the road my friend
Just got the bus or have missed the train
Love the road and it's children with all your heart
Till it's the end of the time
Or the end of end
If your money is on the borderline
You'll just do good and you'll just be fine
Sit a while, take a smoke and sing a song
And in the evening a little wine