Another Thin Line

Bruce Springsteen

Letra:

Gray morning skySplits through the shadeAnother day comeMore time to makeKids growing upCat's getting fatterLying here with youNothing else mattersWork hardKeep your eyes on the prizeWake upFrom the minute you open your eyesEvery muscleIn your body hurtsStop praying for things to get betterPray they don't get worseThey don't get worseAnother thin lineI don't dare crossAnother home gameAnother close lossYeah, we'll get byWe'll get byBaby, we'll get byThe work weekTime to move onAnother heartacheAnother dream goneA cold dayAin't no sunNo use complainingGotta get the job doneYeah, another thin lineI don't dare crossAnother home gameAnother close lossYeah, we'll get byWe'll get byBaby, we'll get byWell it ain't us (?)Up on the stocks (?)I stand belowYou sit pretty on topHow longBefore it's my turnThe bottom line isthat souls do burnsouls do burnsouls do burnMoney's all goneNothing in the bankSomebody gets sickFamily closes rankBefore you know itChristmas is hereYou wake upAnd it's a new yearA new yearAnother thin lineI don't dare crossAnother home gameAnother close lossYeah, we'll get byWe'll get byBaby, we'll get by