The Man In the Middle
In a blue sky
The sun was crying all the day
Didn't say why
Felt it hadn't had to say
Cause all the players in the play
With forgotten parts have walked off stage
Mumbling tongue twister tangled lines
Like lost Edenic fruitless vines
Lip syncing someone else's words
To where emotions become absurd
Happy madness
The path you walk is a waterway
It's a tad past
The time to roll the stone away
But you may see them with a frown
Like a painted circus clown
Facial features frozen in grotesque
Purist form so statuesque
In an eternal gaze to stare
At a lock of her serpent hair
But I've been waitin so long
So long, I've been waitin
Quite the showman
A solar eclipse cast on cue
End time's omen
Equals seats for one hell of a view
Yet you may see them with a smile
That they borrowed for awhile
But like plastic flowers on the lawn
Care not that Spring has passed on
For everyone all is the same
Stagnated without change
But I've been waitin so long
So long, I've been waitin
But I've been waitin so long
So long, I've been waitin
Yeah
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