Plywood ramp on a cinder block I was seven, no helmet, but I sure could talk Neighbor kid counting three-two-one first thing I learned was how to land wrong Board with a cracked tail, parking lot ledge sound like a shot when you catch the edge Sixteen stitches underneath my chin They told me not to do it but I did it again and again And every one of 'em started with a push Riding the line riding the line you don't stand up by stayin' fine Riding the line riding the line scared and steady at the same time Nineteen, somewhere around Del Rio horse that hated me, sheep that were moving way too slow Miles of thorns and wire, someone's daughter on my mind boss called it riding the line Didn't know that's what I'd been doing since the ramp and the cinder block Just figured somebody finally had a good name for it Riding the line riding the line you don't stand up by stayin' fine Riding the line riding the line scared and steady at the same time Four hundred dollar bike out of a barn in Truth or Consequences California bound, tide was up, so were my defenses Couldn't swim worth a crap paddled out where the locals had me watch my back Got held under long enough to quit Nah, I didn't quit (don't drown bro!) I could tell you it taught me balance That'd be a nice way to end it Truth is I just liked going fast and I learned enough to call it something else Riding the line riding the line you don't stand up by stayin' fine Riding the line riding the line scared and steady at the same time you don't stand up by stayin' fine --- Lyrics written by SED NO1
