Middleman

I followed through the atmosphere
As the guitar's feedback climbed
The pegs were gold, the band was old
They played in half-time

Now every dream gets whittled down
Just like every fool gets wise
You'll never reap of any seed
Deprived of sunlight

So I've become the middleman
The gray areas are mine
The in-between, the absentee
Is a beautiful disguise

So, I'll keep my footlights shining bright
Just like I keep my exits wide
'Cause I never know when it's time to go
It's too crowded now inside

And the dead can hide beneath the ground
And the birds can always fly
But the rest of us do what we must
In constant compromise

So I've become the middleman
The gray areas are mine
The "I don't know," the "Maybe so"
Is the only real, is the only true
Is the only real reply

The only real, only true
Only real reply
The only real, only true
Only real reply

So I reply my middleman
The gray areas are mine
The "I don't know," the "Maybe so"
Is the only true reply
Is the only real reply