The Middle of the Road - Johnathan Rice

Well since our separation you have taken up with thee

They tell you just how wonderful you are

Baby I have nothing but respect for you

I would never try to rip you off

‘Cause I know your heart still runs with mine

You’re just afraid of getting soft

It’s a long, long way to the middle

The middle of the road

Well, it’s summer time in California

I never felt so cold

It’s a long, long way to the middle

The middle of the road

But I still love you baby

Why don’t you come on home?

Well, I put the bat out of my mind and my

Memories are good

The hardwood floor ‘neath your kitchen door

Where you taught me all your dirty words

When we first made love under your ivory cross

It was a rainy Easter Sunday

And we were drinking champagne in the Mulholland hills

When I finally felt that stone roll away

It’s a long, long way to the middle

The middle of the road

But you still got a hold on me

Even though you’re getting old

It’s a long, long way to the middle

The middle of the road

But I still love you baby

Why don’t you come on home?

Why don’t you come on…

Well happy birthday baby

Hope you’re getting realistic

You’re two months and two years away from the same old sad statistic

To live out in the wilderness

You gotta learn to start a fire

But you can stand out there with your fist in the air

While the rest of us get on with our lives

It’s a long, long way to the middle

The middle of the road

But don’t you listen to me baby

I’ve been bought and sold

It’s a long, long way to the middle

The middle of the road

But I still love you baby

Why don’t you come on home?

Why don’t you come on…