District Line - James Smith

Dreaming on the District Line

Talkin' about our future life

Sleeping by the coast at night

Jumping out of clear blue skies

Yeah we made our plans

And I held your hand

Years go by like paper planes

Big ideas all go to waste

Guess we had our golden days

We try sometimes but it’s not the same

Anymore my love

Now we’re all grown up

We’re not friends

Cos we still care

More than a little

And it don’t make sense

But here we stand

Somewhere in the middle

One foot out and one foot in

I wonder what we could’ve been

If I moved out and you stayed here

Would I be crying jealous tears

When you tell me you

Are seeing someone new

We’re not friends

Cos we still care

More than a little

And it don’t make sense

But here we stand

Somewhere in the middle

You come over to see me

We both know that it really

Doesn’t help

You leave your coat behind

And jump on that long green line

To head back west

I’ll meet you next time

Somewhere in the middle

Not in my bed

It’s for the best

We’re somewhere in the middle

We’re not friends

Cos we still care

More than a little

And it don’t make sense

But here we stand

Somewhere in the middle