I traveled through the atmosphere as a wall of 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
´Cause you never reap of any seed deprived of sunlight So I have become the middleman, the gray areas are mine The in-between, the absentee is a beautiful disguise So I 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 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 have become the middleman, the gray areas are fine The ´I don´t know´, the ´Maybe so´, is the only real