Middle of Everywhere

Can’t remember the name of that sweet young girl

the one that I loved best

with a bite that didn’t hardly hurt at all

and a butterfly on her breast

Trying to find my way back

to the middle of everywhere.

Turning round and around

for a sign or a sound

when I’m really already there.

Puking out my guts on the desert dirt

Tequila, sotol and beer.

My friends left me lying on the hard, dry ground

sayin’ “hey, Clepper, hang in there.”

Well I been to the middle of nowhere boys

and I ran off with the sign

from there to the middle of everywhere’s

just a change in your state of mind.