Out There in the Middle

They broke into you car last night Took the stereo Now you say you don't know why You even live there anymore The garage man didn't see a thing So you guess it was an inside job You made a reservation Table for three Said you had to wait Somebody must've bribed the maitre d The boss got mad And he blamed it all on you The food was bad And the deal fell through Out here in the middle You can park it on the street You step up to the counter You nearly always get a seat Nobody steals Nobody cheats Wish you were here, my love Wish you were here, my love We got tractor pulls and Red Man chew Corporate relo-refugees that need love too And we ain't seen Elvis In a year or two We got justification for wealth and greed Amber waves of grain and bathtub speed Now we even got Starbucks What else you need Out here in the middle Where the centers on the right And the ghost of William Jennings Bryan preaches every night To save the lonely souls In the dashboard light Wish you were here, my love Wish you were here, my love Out here in the middle Where the buffalo roam We're puttin' up towers For your cell phones And we screen all applicants With a fine-tooth comb Wish you were here, my love Wish you were here, my love Wish you were here, my love