In the middle of the night So when I call you in the middle of the night And I'm choking on the words 'cause I miss you Baby, don't tell me I'm out of time How you slipped through my hands I got so much of my loving to give you I keep coming back to that

Hey, hey what can I say I grew up in the heartland USA I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise I'm an all-American middle class white boy We wasn't rich but we wasn't poor Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced I drove a hand-me-down

I'm a boy and I'm a man I gotta get away Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm eighteen

Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W. C. Handy Won't you look down over me Yeah I got a first class ticket But I'm as blue as a girl can be

I'm just caught in the middle waiting for you every night I wish you would change your mind I really want you to know Time is like a bubble anytime it's gonna blow And it's over before you know Before you know Try to never leave me alone And now you’re

Broken home, all alone I just want to know the truth What is wrong with me? I cannot fight now I feel like a weak link BROKEN HOME! BROKEN HOOOOME! I can't seem to fight these feelings I'm caught in the middle of this And my wounds are not healing

Through the middle of the night unknown And I'll ride The sun has opened up my eyes And I don't want to leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbing back behind the wheel of 50 feet of chrome and steel and a load They need in Chicago

I don't belong here Well it's a cold world And I'm in the middle Caught in the in-between So I'm writing to you It's wrong here Where I'm sending you some Letters from earth, yeah Well it's a new world

Karen, take me to the nearest famous city middle where they hang the lights Where it's random and it's common versus common, la la la I'm really worked up I have weird memories of you I have weird memories of you wearing long red socks and red shoes I

These are the lies I have created This is the story of my life I've been thinking of everything I used to want to be Of me, of you and me I'm in the middle of nothing And it's where I want to be Why at the bottom of everything