The Middle

I took a trip today one thousand miles away And travelled further down a path that I had made So I just followed it to where it all began Until it all went quiet, that noise that's in your head Just like a contour winds it's way across the land I saw the lines in me but I didn't understand If I was young or old or if I had a plan Remembering yesterday while staring at the end For years unclear as you gathered mementos Then it clicked when you finally let go Is it sink or swim in a rat's bread tin or is this just a ride? And you feel more remote from the control But don't get stuck like a moth on a light bulb yeah Is the urge to win buried deep within or somewhere nearby? I know Yeah it chokes like I clot in the bloodflow And it starts to spin when you pull back in knowing someday you'll die Unclear Until the Fozz put a click on the tempo As the end begins look at where you've been in the blink of an eye Seems like only yesterday we were starting out No we ain't got much time left before tomorrow Seems like only yesterday we were starting out No we ain't got much time left And now your home's in a bubble you don't own It kinda stings like a bit of Tobasco Is it sink or swim in a rat's bread tin or is this just a ride And there is shock at the state of your cash flow Now you feel like you're someone you don't know yeah As the end begins look at where you've been in the blink of an eye Seems like only yesterday we were starting out You know we ain't got much time left before tomorrow Seems like only yesterday we were starting out I don't know if I'm a young man or if I'm old In between, as it all unfolds I don't know if I'm a young man or if I'm old Is it real or is it all just fool's gold I took a trip today one thousand miles away And sipped a cup of tea with the Lindza that I'd made I dreamt of days gone by and stories I was told There ain't no guarantees of young men growing old I took a trip today one thousand miles away And travelled further down a path that I had made I dreamt of days gone by and stories I've been told There ain't no guarantees of young men growing old