MOG

'Cause I never know when it's time to go, it's too crowded now inside
But the rest of us do what we must in constant compromise

So I have become the middleman, the gray areas are fine
The dead can hide beneath the ground and the birds can always fly
So I have become the middleman, the gray areas are mine
Now every dream gets whittled down just like every fool gets wise
'Cause you never reap of any seed deprived of sunlight
So I keep my footlights shining bright, just like I keep my exits wide
The 'I don't know', the 'Maybe so', is the only real
The in-between, the absentee is a beautiful disguise