borderline
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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As usual you just wouldn't listen waitin' for your turn to talk while I explain
You just wouldn't stop and listen so you got your heart run over by a mystery train
I tried to warn you from the start you must be careful of my kind
Not quite crazy not quite sane right on the borderline

How many times I told you it's got nothin' to do with you why can't you see
But there's a difference in our music you've got yours but mine's got me
I stay up day and night for nothin' puttin' words on paper I can't find
Not quite crazy not quite sane right on the borderline

It's a musical whodunit you know how people love a mystery
There ain't no knot untangable the only thing unchangeable is me




So if you're gonna stay get ready to go through this from time to time
I'm not quite crazy I'm not quite sane right on the borderline

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Johnny Cash's song "Borderline" speak about a relationship that is being tested by the singer's idiosyncrasies. The singer is warning their partner about their unconventional and unpredictable personality, but the partner is not listening. The singer is struggling with their music, staying up day and night putting words on paper, while their partner doesn’t understand the importance of music in their life. The lyrics reflect the experiences of an artist who is trying to find their way in the world while being misunderstood by those closest to them.


The chorus, "Not quite crazy, not quite sane, right on the borderline" serves as a metaphor for the singer's situation. It highlights that the singer is navigating between creativity and craziness, and how their partner's inability to understand and accept them is causing further confusion and struggle. The song speaks about the importance of accepting one's unique nature and warning others to be careful around them if they do not understand or appreciate their art.


Line by Line Meaning

As usual you just wouldn't listen waitin' for your turn to talk while I explain
You never listened to me, always waiting to talk while I spoke.


You just wouldn't stop and listen so you got your heart run over by a mystery train
Your inability to listen caused you to get hurt in a way that was unpredictable and mysterious.


I tried to warn you from the start you must be careful of my kind
I warned you about the kind of person I am and the potential danger that comes with it.


Not quite crazy not quite sane right on the borderline
I am not completely sane or crazy, but somewhere in between that line.


How many times I told you it's got nothin' to do with you why can't you see
I repeatedly told you that this situation had nothing to do with you, but you were unable to see it.


But there's a difference in our music you've got yours but mine's got me
Our music may be different, but my music is a part of me.


I stay up day and night for nothin' puttin' words on paper I can't find
I spend countless hours writing words only to be unable to find the ones I need.


Not quite crazy not quite sane right on the borderline
I exist in a state of being neither completely crazy nor completely sane.


It's a musical whodunit you know how people love a mystery
My music is a mystery and people love trying to figure it out.


There ain't no knot untangable the only thing unchangeable is me
Every problem can be solved, except for me - I am unchangeable.


So if you're gonna stay get ready to go through this from time to time
If you are going to stay with me, you need to be prepared to go through this kind of experience from time to time.


I'm not quite crazy I'm not quite sane right on the borderline
I am not completely crazy or completely sane, but right on the borderline in between.




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on Wayfaring Stranger

Wayfaring Stranger - The New Appalachians - Lyrics

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone

There will be no sickness, toil or danger
In that grand land to which I roam

Well I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home to a morning rose
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
And beautiful fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep

Well I'm going home to see my brothers
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I'm going home to see my Father
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I’m only goin’ where no one roams

I want to wear that crown of glory
When I get to that good land
I want to shout out salvation story
In concert with that blood washed band.
I'm going there to see my saviour
I’ll see his face no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm only goin' over home

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