Текст песни On the Line - Live - Graham Nash

Hanging around is bringing me down
I'm starting to frown at everyone I see
Taking the calls, I'm playing the halls
But staring at walls is all I ever see

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 dialling the dirt with everyone you see
Taking a loss, you envy the boss
You're counting the cost of everything you see

Is the money you make worth the price that you pay?
Can you 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 know that it's true that I watched you go far
Playing guitar, being a star for everyone to see
And I'm filming my dreams from limousines
And thinking the scenes for everyone to see

But is the money you make worth the price that you pay?
Can you make it to the end of the line?
Don't the wind blow cold when you're hanging your soul on the line?
On the line