So I have become the middleman, the gray areas are mine
The 'I don't know', the 'Maybe so', is the only real
Now every dream gets whittled down just like every fool gets wise
The dead can hide beneath the ground and the birds can always fly

Is the only true, is the only real reply

But the rest of us do what we must in constant compromise
So I have become the middleman, the gray areas are fine
'Cause I never know when it's time to go, it's too crowded now inside
'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 in-between, the absentee is a beautiful disguise