We're all polyester poets and pickers of a kind   With far too many questions for the answers in our minds   Stranded in the middle but all is black and white   Somewhere between ragged and right      Somewhere between ragged and right   Like a bus load of taxi drivers learnin' how to fly   We're on automatic pilot driftin' through our lives   Somewhere between ragged and right      We're a gang of drug store cowboys   With silver spurs and leather vests   Hillbilly Casanovas, fastest guitars in the West      We're trackin' down a system, spoilin' for a fight   Somewhere between ragged and right      Somewhere between ragged and right   Like a bus load of taxi drivers learning how to fly   We're on automatic pilot, driftin' through our lives   Somewhere between ragged and right      Somewhere between ragged and right