End of the third round, As I put the phone down. Chasing the same lines over the old ground. I'm pushing zero where is my hero? He's out there somewhere, left of the middle.

And your world falls down. And you're there calling out. But it's something I can't say, though it seems the only way. But its a game that I can't play - Not today.

I got my ticket, and I got a straight road. I'm passing the same signs, over and over.

And my world falls down. And you're there calling out. But it's something I can't say though it seems the only way. But its a game that I can't play - Not today.

I need to tell you, trying to get it through. It's not always easy. Left of the Middle.