On The Line Lyrics

On The Line lyrics

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?