I'm living in this line. I know my place could think of no way. Of edging along in a loser's race. The line was moving slowly. Day by night. Everybody's shuffling on to keep a place in the line. Nine long years I've been in line. Getting nowhere there is no reason. For this line I don't care.. Everybody's standing in the burning sun. Everybody's shuffling on keeping a place in the line. Don't you think we're gonna make it. We've got a place in line. We're gonna make it some time. Somehow.