Hanging around is holding me down

I'm starting to frown at everyone I see

I'm taking the calls and playing the halls

But staring at walls is all I ever see

So is the money I make

Worth the price that I pay

Can I make it to the end of the line

Don't the wind blow cold

When you're hanging your soul

On the line

And you're driving to work

You're wearing your shirt

You're dialing the dirt

With everyone you see

You're taking a loss

You envy the boss

You're counting the cost

Of everything you see

But is the money you make

Worth the price that you pay

Can you make it at the end of the line

Don't the wind blow cold

When you're hanging your soul

On the line

Oooh and you know that it's true

That I've watched you go far

Playing guitar

Being a star

For everyone to see

And I'm filming my dreams

From limousines

And thinking of scenes

For everyone to see

But is the money you make

Worth the price that you pay

Can you make it to the end of the line

Don't the wind blow cold

When you're hanging your soul

On the line

On the line