I'm riding on a thin white line
Stand in the doorway of cloud nine
And you'll see me in the window
Of a chaufered limousine
You'll see on the TV, radio & magazine
Don't ask where I go 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 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 if a million more like me
On 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 line
Standing 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...