(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
For years sheâs 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 sheâs much too thin
Her sisters ask about her beaus
Her dad inquires howâs business been
Sheâs 33 this time around
Sheâs always been real good at listening
Her sense of humor never lets her down
Except sometimes thereâs something missing
Hey middle ground
A place between up and down
She could be safe and sound
Oh to know middle ground
For years sheâs been on her guard
Sheâs kind of tense around the shoulders
She wonders why she works so hard
She counts the days âtil they promote her
Sheâll take a weekend now and then
To stay in bed and watch the reruns
Sheâll turn the phone off when guilt sets in
But Sunday always kind of 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 hasnât seen it since
Loveâs a puzzle in her mind
The pieces match but donât quite fit
And these days run thick or thin
It never rains or else itâs 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
