I was in a van A cold day in january stopped sliding by They wanted to know "Where ya from? where ya heading?" Just everything I knew which was nothing, still isn't A jet came to a halt Not far to fly More questions than hours wasted in the air "Who? where? why?" Border talk Cross country walk Take my hand No friends to speak of In border talk An other wheels story Stepped outta the bus The dogs were real hungry that day As you can imagine We were mostly clean Huh! mostly But they couldn't wait to ask us Like I say mostly "What you been smokin' boy?" "500 should cover that, shouldn't it?" Of course it did I'm just saying You can be a no man in anyone's land Unless you're the diplomatically immunised You're someone to be scrutinized By governments in arms not opened nearly As wide as their mouths, blabbing About freedom But freedom isn't their language They don't speak that Border talk Cross country walk Take my hand Border talk Cross country walk Take my hand No friends to speak of In border talk no friends to speak of In border talk