Well since our separation you have taken up with thee
They tell you just how wonderful you are
Baby I have nothing but respect for you
I would never try to rip you off
‘Cause I know your heart still runs with mine
You’re just afraid of getting soft
It’s a long, long way to the middle
The middle of the road
Well, it’s summer time in California
I never felt so cold
It’s a long, long way to the middle
The middle of the road
But I still love you baby
Why don’t you come on home?
Well, I put the bat out of my mind and my
Memories are good
The hardwood floor ‘neath your kitchen door
Where you taught me all your dirty words
When we first made love under your ivory cross
It was a rainy Easter Sunday
And we were drinking champagne in the Mulholland hills
When I finally felt that stone roll away
It’s a long, long way to the middle
The middle of the road
But you still got a hold on me
Even though you’re getting old
It’s a long, long way to the middle
The middle of the road
But I still love you baby
Why don’t you come on home?
Why don’t you come on…
Well happy birthday baby
Hope you’re getting realistic
You’re two months and two years away from the same old
sad statistic
To live out in the wilderness
You gotta learn to start a fire
But you can stand out there with your fist in the air
While the rest of us get on with our lives
It’s a long, long way to the middle
The middle of the road
But don’t you listen to me baby
I’ve been bought and sold
It’s a long, long way to the middle
The middle of the road
But I still love you baby
Why don’t you come on home?
Why don’t you come on…
