the line

Society's misfits aren't necessarily unhappy with their lot...

Workin’ hard and livin’ mean don’t do a lot for me;
I’d rather spend it as it comes and be all I can be;
my father said I’d better save against a rainy day,
but I don’t think there’s any point existing in that way.

I crossed the line; crossed the line;
it seemed the thing to do at the time;
I crossed the line; crossed the line;
and things look a whole lot better from this side.

Washin’ cars and workin’ bars may not appeal to you
when slavin’ in an office block’s the kind of thing you do,
but I could never be myself while workin’ for the man;
I need to see some action; I need to have a plan.

I crossed the line; crossed the line;
it seemed the thing to do at the time;
I crossed the line; crossed the line;
and things look a whole lot better from this side.

Look in the mirror; see your reflection;
do you see the man you wanted to be?
Look again with the eyes you had when younger;
doesn’t that reflection look like me?

I hitched a lift to Rio just to see what I could see,
then travelled on to Washington by way of the Florida Keys
and all that time I never met a man who wore a tie;
I saw some on the TV and every one of them lied.

I crossed the line; crossed the line;
it seemed the thing to do at the time;
I crossed the line; crossed the line;
and things look a whole lot better from this side.

If you see me walkin’ past your window, here’s the deal;
just wish me well and try to quell the envy that you feel;
my life is not for everyone; I know that you will sigh
that the price of freedom in your case is really much too high.

I crossed the line; crossed the line;
it seemed the thing to do at the time;
I crossed the line; crossed the line;
and things look a whole lot better from this side.

I crossed the line; crossed the line;
it seemed the thing to do at the time;
I crossed the line; crossed the line;
and things look a whole lot better from this side.

(©2002 Stewart Bowman)