On The Line Lyrics - 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 

[Chorus] 

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? 

Oh, 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