SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF IT ALL  

 

Somewhere in the middle of it all         

It ain't no coincidence                         

That I'm sitting on this fence                     

I can't make my mind up where the pieces fall  

They’re just somewhere in the middle of it all 

 

Right from the start I been walking a line

That stretches down the middle of my heart and my mind

Should I lean to the left, or should I lean to the right?

And does it really matter, is it all so black and white?

Well the only thing that's clear to me

Is that I stand in doubt

Am I outside looking in or inside looking out?

 

Well I ain’t ever going to learn to dance

If I don't take a step or two and learn to take a chance

And it really doesn't matter if I stumble and fall

I'll just land somewhere in the middle of it all

 

Somewhere in the middle of it all         

It ain't no coincidence                         

That I'm sitting on this fence                     

I can't make my mind up where the pieces fall  

They’re just somewhere in the middle of it all 

 

Ask me again in a few more years or so

About the choices that I made and where I aim to go

But there's no guarantee that I'll be any wiser then

But I might know a step or two that I didn't ‘way back when’

So don't be too surprised to find that nothing's changed at all

And I'm still somewhere in the middle of it all

 

Somewhere in the middle of it all         

It ain't no coincidence                         

That I'm sitting on this fence                     .

I can't make my mind up where the pieces fall  

They’re just somewhere in the middle of it all 

 

 

© Errol Walsh & Dave Luke