On The Line
Graham Nash
Reflections
On The Line - Graham Nash
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
Ooh 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 long line on the line