Middleman

I followed through the atmosphere
 As the guitar's feedback climbed
 The pegs were gold, the band was old
 They played in half-time
 Now every dream gets whittled down
 Just like every fool gets wise
 You'll never reap of any seed
 Deprived of sunlight
 So I've become the middleman
 The gray areas are mine
 The in-between, the absentee
 Is a beautiful disguise
 So, I'll keep my footlights shining bright
 Just like I keep my exits wide
 'Cause I never know when it's time to go
 It's too crowded now inside
 And the dead can hide beneath the ground
 And the birds can always fly
 But the rest of us do what we must
 In constant compromise
 So I've become the middleman
 The gray areas are mine
 The "I don't know," the "Maybe so"
 Is the only real, is the only true
 Is the only real reply
 The only real, only true
 Only real reply
 The only real, only true
 Only real reply
 So I reply my middleman
 The gray areas are mine
 The "I don't know," the "Maybe so"
 Is the only true reply
 Is the only real reply