Left Of The Middle

End of the third round
As I put the phone down
Chasing the same lines
Over the old ground
I’m pushing zero
Where is my hero
He’s out there somewhere
left of the middle
And your world falls down
And you’re the calling out
But it’s something I can’t say
Though it seems the only way
But its a game that I can’t play — Not today
I got my ticket
And I got a straight road
But I’m passing the same signs
Over and over
And my world falls down
And you’re the calling out
But it’s something I can’t say
Though it seems the only way
But its a game that I can’t play — Not today
And my world falls down
And you’re the calling out