I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass, but sometimes you just find yourself over the line.
Well the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are riding down the line fixing everybody's troubles, everybody except mine.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth. None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
Loneliness Got a mind of its own The more people around The more you feel alone
Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety, you fight for the throne and you travel alone.
Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line. Beauty walks a razor's edge...someday I'll make it mine.
Every step of the way we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is pilin' up, we struggle and we scrape We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt