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