Out Here In The Middle

They broke into you car last night

Took the stereo

Now you say you don't know why

You even live there anymore

The garage man didn't see a thing

So you guess it was an inside job

You made a reservation

Table for three

Said you had to wait

Somebody must've bribed the maitre d

The boss got mad

And he blamed it all on you

The food was bad

And the deal fell through

Out here in the middle

You can park it on the street

You step up to the counter

You nearly always get a seat

Nobody steals

Nobody cheats

Wish you were here, my love

Wish you were here, my love

We got tractor pulls and Red Man chew

Corporate relo-refugees that need love too

And we ain't seen Elvis

In a year or two

We got justification for wealth and greed

Amber waves of grain and bathtub speed

Now we even got Starbucks

What else you need

Out here in the middle

Where the centers on the right

And the ghost of William Jennings Bryan preaches every night

To save the lonely souls

In the dashboard light

Wish you were here, my love

Wish you were here, my love

Out here in the middle

Where the buffalo roam

We're puttin' up towers

For your cell phones

And we screen all applicants

With a fine-tooth comb

Wish you were here, my love

Wish you were here, my love

Wish you were here, my love