About many people that can't choose, decide, or take a position, whether it be truth lies right or wrong.
tbry
Lyrics
The man in the middle
Doesn’t know what is right
Doesn’t know what is wrong
Closes his mind to everyone
Doesn’t know himself
Doesn’t think to care
Settles into his easy chair
The man in the middle
Is living a living hell
Feels he’s safe underneath his hardened shell
Doesn’t search the truth
Doesn’t want to know
Reads his Edgar Allan Poe
Doesn’t make a choice
Doesn’t use his sense
Thinks he’s right riding the fence
The man in the middle
Is living a living hell
Paints his faded world in pastels
Instrumental
The man in the middle
Is living a living hell
Afraid to live or say goodbye farewell
The man in the middle
Will come to understand
Hourglass sand is slipping through his hands
copyright Tbryson 2011