It's eleven in the morning
When I plug in my guitar
In a room not made for music
A cafeteria
That's what I do
I never knew it would be this way
Music in the middle of the day
Now the TV's getting louder
And I know it's aimed at me
Twenty years of my songs
Versus daytime TV and
We both lose
When they choose to turn and walk away
From my music in the middle of the day
So I play for cooks and the curious
And a video machine
One young man is furious
'Cause I messed up his routine
I watch you kill you time
And I watch you bus your tray
To my music
To my music in the middle of the day
Now the car is packed
The check is passed
There's an autograph or two
Sometimes I have to remind myself
This is what I choose to do
But I'm blessed
I guess it's just the price you pay
For music in the middle
Music in the middle of the day