Texty: Joshua James. In The Middle.

A cup of cold black coffee

On the right side of the bed

I picture you sleeping there next to him

With your toes all painted red

And the misty, grey-skied morning

It hovers over your head

So will you meet me in the middle

Like you said?



I see the rain start falling

As your leaving out the door

He?s got his hand in your pocket

And you don?t think of me anymore

Is it too selfish to suppose, love?

That you?ll visit when you fight

Will you meet me in the middle

Of the night?



In the shade, I will bring you home

You know, you know, in the waves

I will guide your boat,

You know, you know, and in the grave

I will meet your soul,

You know, you know,

So will you meet me in the middle

Of the road?

I can tell that you?ve been crying,

Driving down 5th and Main

You tried to so hard to forget me

You burnt the letters that I made

And though my memory has been dying

I hope the feeling still remains



So will you meet me in the middle,

Will you meet me in the middle,

Will you meet me in the middle,

Someday?