In The Middle - Joshua James
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 gray 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 you're 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