On the Line

I don't go out much anymore, I can't seem to break that tie

It's my link with the outside world, don't need to face one eye to eye

Seems like I spend my whole life on the line

Quiet conversation makes it plain

I sit alone in my room

Waiting for that phone to ring again

I don't have the time that I used to have, the connection becomes the deceiver

Who could know that my life would depend on the end of that receiver

Seems like I spend my whole life on the line