Thin White Line

I'm riding on a thin white line

standing in the doorway of cloud nine

and you see me in the window

of a chauffeured limousine

you see me on the tv, radio and the magazine

don't ask me how I feel

or if i'm coming home

you say "don't go, don't go don't go to babylon."

well, hey joe

i'm already there you can hear me

for a million miles i'm surrounded by a thousand dials

and what I want to see is a million more of me

black plastic discs going round and round and round and round

don't ask me why I changed

I never did you say "don't go, don't go don't go to babylon."

well, hey joe

i'm already there

i'm flying on a thin white line

standing in the doorway of what's mine please,

don't you try and stop me

from going in don't talk about

the blood running down my chin

don't ask me how

I feel cause I feel fine you say "don't go, don't go don't go to babylon."

well hey joe

i'm already there