The wind bursts through the door

Something might fall out the window

Oh, I might be that thing

If I give up my strings

I write these words

I write them close

So they'll be warm

I wish I knew how to play the flute

Then my mouth will be busy

To sing these last words

From me to the world, to the world, to the world

I'm up, I'm down

I'm in the middle

Between success and disaster

The burned wall plug I won't fix

The dirty floor I won't clean

They'll come in and see

This house was never mine

Even so, a part of me was born here

And the other part just died

I write these words

I write them up, I'm down

I'm in the middle

Between success and disaster

I'm up, I'm down

I'm in the middle

Between success and disaster

I wish I knew how to play the flute

Then my mouth will be busy

To sing these last words

From me to the world, to the world, to the world

The wind bursts through the door

Something might fall out the window

I won't be that thing

If I'll give up my strings

I write these words

I write them close

So they'll be warm

I wish I knew how to play the flute

I'm up, I'm down

I'm in the middle

Between success and disaster

I'm up, I'm down

I'm in the middle

Between success and disaster

I'm up, I'm down

I'm in the middle