Brian Walsh - Middleman lyrics

I traveled though the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed The pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half time Now every dream gets whittled down just like every fool gets wise You will never reap of any seed deprived of sunlight So I have become the middleman The gray areas are mine The in-between, the absentee Is a beautiful disguise So I keep my footlights shining bright just like I keep my exits wide Because I never know when it's time to go, it's too crowded now inside The dead can hide beneath the ground and the birds can always fly But the rest of us do what we must in constant compromise So I have become the middleman The gray areas are fine The "I don't know," the "maybe so" Is the only real reply It is the only true reply