Inbetween People

The ugly people talk about meaning, The pretty people talk about price, Inbetween people don't talk very much, They waste all their time being nice. Imagine yourself in a house on a hill, Laughing at those still in line, Beating your chest 'Cause you've beaten the rest, You finally found a good time. Would you use your power to right a wrong, Or just write your name on the wall? Could you piece these fragments Back together again Or simply enjoy the fall? It's a crime, Inbetween people always left behind. At any barroom on any night, You can watch this story unfold, A room full of people all celebrate, The best things in life they have sold. If you stand with your head in the right place, You can see whats going on, A room full of people All desperately searching And no one can hear the song. It's a crime, Inbetween people always left behind. Inbetween people are doing their job, Inbetween sleeping and eating And climbing the walls. You crawl off to work And wait for the end of another day, Daydreams of gold mines and heroes Will take us away.