I might be a better man
If you'd sing me to sleep
You could be the middle man
If you've nothing to reap
That might be a better plan
But there's no way to tell
Just stuck in the middle
And I'm feeling unwell

Oh, how it comes and goes
Seems unfair
So, how it hangs and moans
In the air
And the days turn to weeks
Everyone is unique

It might be the summertime
But I've nothing to grow
A shift in the paradigm
I don't know what I don't know
They look like a friend
Of mine though we've only just met
You might have a better rhyme

Oh, how it comes and goes
In the air
So, how it hangs and moans
Seems unfair
And the days turn to weeks
Everyone is unique