The White Line Letra

I'm riding on a thin white lineStand in the doorway of cloud nineAnd you'll see me in the windowOf a chaufered limousine.You'll see on the TV, radio & magazineDon't ask where I go or if I'm coming home.You say don't go, don't go, don't go to BabylonWell, hey Joe, I'm already there.You say don't go, don't go, don't go to BabylonWell, hey Joe, I'm already there.You can hear me for a million milesI'm surrounded by a thousand dials.And what I want to see if a million more like meOn plastic discs going around and around.Don't ask me why I changed. I never did.You say don't go...I'm riding on a thin white lineStanding in the doorway of what's mine.Don't you try to stop me from going in.Don't take about the blood running down my chin.Don't ask me how I feel 'cause I feel fine.You say don't go...