It's lonely at the top I'd rather be in the middle Where the air is not so rare Where people can hear my fiddle I guess I strove too hard Caught a lucky break or two But it's there in the middle I long to be with the rest of you I live up in this high castle Above the clouds of life But I'd rather be down where There's still some strife Life has become too easy I'm on my perched chair Giving orders as I fancy But I'd rather be down there... With the rest of life's cares With real dreams of making it Instead of things I regret As I stare out lonely and blue