Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth. None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
Well the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are riding down the line fixing everybody's troubles, everybody except mine.
I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass, but sometimes you just find yourself over the line.
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
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.