In the middle

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Well I’ve been walking down the line

The one you walk down to decide 

Held to account on which I choose 

Hell if I’m to know who I’m gonna loose 

 

Wobbling like birch

In a warm summers night

Wondering along 

With a glimmer in my eyes

Go on now get your fill

All I do these days is catch a chill

I’m tired and I can’t sit still

God knows what I won’t

who knows what I will

I’ve been half hearted half cut

Half started and half done 

Half for the greater good 

Half lost in this wood

 

Cause I’m willing and I’m ready

Hardly still and hardly steady

To face the face I fear the most 

It seems to have become my own 

 

I’ve been half hot and half cold

Always split and never whole

For a moment I might feel. 

Like an angels at the wheel

Then I’m back down on the pedal 

Cause I don’t have time to mettle

 

 

 

 

This song is about the indecisions of what one is to believe about life, an uncomfortable state of being in the middle. When one only wants to have dedication.