On the Line

歌詞

Hanging around is holding me down I'm starting to frown at everyone I see, I'm taking the calls and playing the halls, but staring at walls is all I ever see. So is the money I make worth the price that I pay? Can I make it to the end of the line? Don't the wind blow cold when you're hanging your soul on the line? And you're driving to work you're wearing your shirt you're dialing the dirt with everyone you see. You're taking a loss, you envy the boss, you're counting the cost of everything you see. But is the money you make worth the price that you pay? Can you make it at the end of the line? Don't the wind blow cold when you're hanging your soul on the line? Oooh, and you know that it's true that I've watched you go far playing guitar being a star for everyone to see. And I'm filming my dreams from limousines and thinking of scenes for everyone to see. But is the money you make worth the price that you pay? Can you make it at the end of the line? Don't the wind blow cold when you're hanging your soul on the line?