On the Line

Strangers looking fine
Like nothing’s on the line
But deep, deep down inside
We’d all want to resign
If nothing’s on the line
We wouldn’t last the night
If nothing’s on the line
I lost you, after saigon
I crossed you, like an ocean
Your commons so uncommonly aligned
I’m waiting
But nothing’s on the line
Nothing’s on the line
Locomotive shine
Now Whitman’s only sign
We’d like to see him live
But no one’s on the line
No one’s on the line
And we won’t last the night
If no one’s on the line
I lost you, after saigon
I crossed you, like an ocean
Your commons so uncommonly aligned
I’m waiting
But nothing’s on the line
Nothing’s on the line