Middleman

I follow 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 have become the middleman
The gray areas are mine
The in-between, the absentee
Is a beautiful disguise

So I keep my footlights shining bright
Just like I keep my exits wide
Because 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 have become the middleman
The gray areas are mine
The "I don't know," the "maybe so"
Is the only real, it's the only true
It's the only real reply