Thin White Line - Avengers

I’m riding on a thin white line

Standing in the doorway of cloud nine

And you see me in the window

Of a chauffeured limousine

You see me on the TV

Radio and the magazine

Don’t ask me how I feel

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 can hear me for a million miles

I’m surrounded by a thousand dials

And what I want to see

Is a million more of me

Black plastic discs going round

And round and round and round

Don’t ask me why I changed

I never did

You say «Don't go, don’t go

Don’t go to Babylon»

Well, hey Joe, I’m already there

I’m flying on a thin white line

Standing in the doorway of what’s mine

Please, don’t you try and stop me from going in

Don’t talk about the blood

Running down my chin

Don’t ask me how I feel

'Cause I feel fine

You say «Don't go, don’t go

Don’t go to Babylon»

Well, hey Joe, I’m already there