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