The Middle

I took a trip today one thousand miles away
And travelled further down a path that I had made
So I just followed it to where it all began
Until it all went quiet, that noise that's in your head

Just like a contour winds it's way across the land
I saw the lines in me but I didn't understand
If I was young or old or if I had a plan
Remembering yesterday while staring at the end

For years unclear as you gathered mementos
Then it clicked when you finally let go
Is it sink or swim in a rat's bread tin or is this just a ride?
And you feel more remote from the control
But don't get stuck like a moth on a light bulb yeah
Is the urge to win buried deep within or somewhere nearby?
I know
Yeah it chokes like I clot in the bloodflow
And it starts to spin when you pull back in knowing someday you'll die
Unclear
Until the Fozz put a click on the tempo
As the end begins look at where you've been in the blink of an eye

Seems like only yesterday we were starting out
No we ain't got much time left before tomorrow
Seems like only yesterday we were starting out
No we ain't got much time left

And now your home's in a bubble you don't own
It kinda stings like a bit of Tobasco
Is it sink or swim in a rat's bread tin or is this just a ride
And there is shock at the state of your cash flow
Now you feel like you're someone you don't know yeah
As the end begins look at where you've been in the blink of an eye

Seems like only yesterday we were starting out
You know we ain't got much time left before tomorrow
Seems like only yesterday we were starting out
I don't know if I'm a young man or if I'm old
In between, as it all unfolds
I don't know if I'm a young man or if I'm old
Is it real or is it all just fool's gold

I took a trip today one thousand miles away
And sipped a cup of tea with the Lindza that I'd made
I dreamt of days gone by and stories I was told
There ain't no guarantees of young men growing old

I took a trip today one thousand miles away
And travelled further down a path that I had made
I dreamt of days gone by and stories I've been told
There ain't no guarantees of young men growing old