Bm C#* Bm C#*
You will never reap of any seed
F#
deprived of sunlight
Bm A* C#* X2
G Bm
So I have become the Middleman
G Bm
The gray areas are mine
D G F# Bm
The in-between, the absentee
F# Bm A* C#*
Is a beautiful disguise
Bm A* C#*
So I keep my footlights shining bright
Bm A* C#*
just like I keep my exits wide
Bm C#* Bm C#*
'Cause I never know when it's time to go,
F# Bm A* C#*
it's too crowded now inside
Bm A* C#*
The dead can hide beneath the ground
Bm A* C#*
and the birds can always fly
Bm C#* Bm C#*
But the rest of us do what we must
F#
in constant compromise