The Middle Ground

I left the jacket at the party by the door / The one that fit me when I wanted so much more / Now the fabric’s pulling tight across my chest / And I’m failing every psychological test / I’m a king without a crown in a rented room / Waitin' for the flowers to decide to bloom / But the dirt is dry and the sun is acting strange / I’m caught in the middle of a seasonal change / The buttons are glowing but the doors won’t budge / I’m looking for a sign or a gentle nudge / I’m in the elevator hanging by a golden thread / Too tired for the dirt, too grounded for the head / I’ve outgrown the shoes but I can’t find the keys / To the house on the hill or the life that I please / Just a ghost in a box between forty and five / Wondering when the hell I’m gonna arrive / I see the teenagers dancing in the park / They look like embers glowing in the dark / I remember that language, but I lost the tongue / Of the beautiful, reckless, and the terrifyingly young / Then I see the suits with the heavy leather bags / Dragging their shadows like tattered old flags / I’m not ready for the weight, I’m not ready for the grey / I’d rather just hang in the cables today / Don’t make me choose a side / I’m enjoying the ride... / Even if I’m going nowhere! / Yeah, I’m going nowhere fast! / Maybe I’ll just stay here / Between the floors... / It’s quiet in the middle...