Here on the razor's edge, stranded here from my friends, Stumbling along through the canyons, Wasting away in shady cafes, I don't have smile I can turn on, And I don't know if I can survive, Keep getting caught up in this arcade of lies, How can you have any sense of direction Walking this street of mirrors. CHORUS: Hearts on the Nightline, Words coming down the wire, I just can't get things right - I put my heart on the nightline. I guess this city must be gettin' to me, I can't seem to make a connection, There's got to be someone around I can talk to, Someone I can really depend on; But I'm smack dab - stuck in the middle, Here in this big sociological swindle, So many words from so many people, All claiming the truth and the light;