On The Line

One, two, three. Take a deep breath; you're no longer free.

Everywhere you turn, death lurks on the corner. Wipe the sweat off your face, don't let them know you're a foreigner.  

Your heart pounds with each step you take, your palms moist as you try not to shake. 

Don't make eye contact is the advice they say, for the fear in your eyes may give you away.

Such strange land just across from ours. The river is Grande and so deep. You may think you're a wolf, but in here you're the sheep. 

Thunderclaps under a starry sky, no it's not rain but smoke rising high. 

You're on the line, you risk your life. So kiss your wife and your children, you may not make it back home tonight.