(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
For years she`s lived on her own
In a corner of the city
Twice a year she gets back home
Playing catch-up with the family
She tells her folks what they need to know
Her mother says she`s much too thin
Her sisters ask about her beau
Her dad inquires, how`s business been
She`s thirty-three this time around
She`s always been real good at listening
Her sense of humor never lets her down
Except sometimes there`s something missing
Hey, middle ground
A place between up and down
She could be safe and sound
Oh, to know middle ground
For years she`s been on her guard
She`s kind of tense around the shoulders
She wonders why she works so hard
She counts the days `til they promote her
She`ll take a weekend now and then
To stay in bed and watch the reruns
She`ll turn the phone off when guilt sets in
But Sunday always kinda leaves her let down
Hey, middle ground; a place between up and down
She could be safe and sound; oh, to know middle ground
She gave her heart away one time, and says that she hasn`t seen it since
Love`s a puzzle in her mind; the pieces match, but don`t quite fit; hey...
And these days run thick or thin
It never rains, or else it`s pouring
All her single friends are men
She thinks married girls are so damn boring
Hey, middle ground; a place between up and down
She could be safe and sound; oh, to know middle ground
Hey, middle ground; a place between up and down
She could be safe and sound; oh, to know middle ground
Oh, to know middle ground; oh, to know middle ground