Middleman
I traveled through the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbedThe pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half timeNow every dream gets whittled down just like every fool gets wise‘Cause you'll never reap of any seed deprived of sunlight
So I've become the MiddlemanThe gray areas are mineThe in-between, the absenteeIs a beautiful disguise
So I keep my footlights shining bright just like I keep my exits wide'Cause I never know when it's time to go, it's too crowded now insideThe dead can hide beneath the ground and the birds can always flyBut the rest of us do what we must in constant compromise
So I've become the MiddlemanThe gray areas are fineThe "I don't know," the "maybe so"Is the only realIs the only trueIs the only real reply