Locked Out of the Magic Theater

Oncoming traffic drowned the sound out
From my apologetic tone and left you staring at me
From across the road I thought we both had crossed
Another case of absent-mindedness on someone’s part
Another failed connection
I’ve never felt the burn of so many eyes, so non-existent, non-existent
You leave me, a perfect evening, but things just change like altitude
I go from savage disregard to worrying if I’ve been rude
So can you meet me in the middle?
Can you meet me in the fucking middle?
I sway so often side to side
Back and forth past the middle I can’t find
I always try to be the wolf who doesn’t bite
To stop hating what I love in all your sides
Oncoming traffic-severed evenings
And I’ve never felt the burn of so many non-existent eyes
I’ve never felt the burn of so many non-existent eyes
No one’s on first and as the lights they go down
But can you meet me in the in-between?
No one’s on first and the lights are going down
Can you meet me in the in-between?
No one’s on first and the lights are going down
Can you meet me in the in-between?
No one’s on first and the lights are going down
Can you meet me, can you?
Can you meet me in the middle?
Can you meet me in the in-between?
Pick one of the countless sides I’ve seen
And promise me you’ll stop changing
I’ll condition all my sides, and I’ll go right on swaying
Lights go down