Back To The Middle

Young and wasted look at me now

I'm the king of California

Straight out of Tennessee

C'mon baby crash on my couch

You've got that hollywood nosebleed

You've got the pedigree

But when the seasons change

That's when I'll check that plane and go

Back to the middle, I'm gonna be high

Back to the middle, when I've had enough I will fly

Back to the middle, passengers please stand by

Back to the middle it's a miracle I've escaped alive

In the thick, thick electric air

There's a cloud of smoke ascending

Blocking the city lights

Fast and Faded, dead in Times Square

I'm not looking for a heartache

I gotta catch a flight

Because the weather's cold

This scene is getting old

in teh freeze I'm dreaming of the palm trees

On the beat I scheme about the city

Why should I go back?