[ Featuring the Old Folk's Home ]
And I was for
A half-second happy
In a moment elated
But it all faded
In a decimal of doubt
My heart went down south
Digressed to Freshman Year
Like I'm the new kid in town
Standing on the left
Are the troubadours
Standing on the right
Can't fight no more
Standing in the middle are the ones
You just might adore
In a fraction of fear
More bent than my tenth beer
Can on the sidewalk
Now I can't even talk
About how I was happy or get
Remotely sappy
Or caught up
In the past me
Standing on the left
Are the troubadours
Standing on the right
Can't fight no more
Standing in the middle are the ones
You just might adore
Standing on the left
Are the troubadours
Standing on the right
Can't fight no more
Standing in the middle are the ones
You just might adore
