“This is the middle of the road”      Well since our separation you have taken up with thieves   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…