Produced by: Erik Simard                                                        Arrangements: Simard - Lord                                                Performers:                                                                                  Pat Lord - Vocals                                                                          Erik Simard - Guitars and keys                                                    Sandy Tarczali - Bass                                                                  Tim Miller - Drums

Middle Of The Road

Simard - Lord

I started out in the dirt, playing the sand by the side of the road        Without a care in the world, then I stood up, took a step and I strode        Got to my very first milestone, making a choice to which way I would go  Whether was right, whether was wrong, so long ago that I don't really know 

You keep walking forward, go left and go right, whatever you chose this is who you are                                                                                                        You take a look back to that side of the road, not so long ago and yet, so, so far 

Once you get to reach the middle of the road                                                  You know that you are at the half-time of your show                                    Felt immortal but I think I see the other side                                                      I wish I could stay here but request denied 

Now comes the time for appraisal of what I have done since the dawn of my time                                                                                                                          I bifurcated, was all over the place but looking back, it just looks like a straight line                                                                                                              There is much living to do, or so it seems from the place where I stand          But there is so much I don't know, maybe I should make the most of what I can 

You'll keep going forward, go left and go right, whatever you'll choose You take a look to see                                                                                              You take a look to see how far can you go but the heat from the road makes it so very hard 

Once you get to reach the-e middle of the road                                              You know that you are at the half-time of your show                                   Felt immortal but I think I see the other side                                                      I wish I could stay here but request denied                                                 

The sun on my face and the wind in my hair                                                       I smile as I think of what it took to get here                                                There's much behind me but there is so much ahead                                        I should not waste it because it's all I have left 

When I look back toward where I have started, eternal dream of beginning again                                                                                                                       I, for a moment, feel envy for those who will journey to where I am standing                                                                                                                  Then I remember the anticipation of youth to hurry and reach where I am    Almost-a-wasting a taken-for-granted piece of the road that can never change 

Once you get to reach the-e middle of the road                                            You know that you are at the half-time of your show                                      Felt immortal but I think I see the other side                                                      I wish I could stay here but request denied