Epitaph of a Lonely Man :
Middle of the Road
Lonley: Middle of the road
Epitaph of a Lonely
The man who lies here in this grave
I’m afraid to say was not to brave
Cause when he found that he was dying
Instead of living he started crying
But behind those tears was a life of fear
Cause all he did was drink his beer
But he drank this beer because he’d cry
For the one who had left his eye
And because he chose to drive that day
Is the reason why he’s not here to stay.
Middle of the Road
Where is the line
that is supposed
to be drawn
to divide the sane
from the insane,
the right from
the wrong, the
content from
the bored?
What is that
space between
everything that
is and everything
in dreams?
Why is it
so crazy to
believe that
neither exist?
I’m afraid to say was not to brave
Cause when he found that he was dying
Instead of living he started crying
But behind those tears was a life of fear
Cause all he did was drink his beer
But he drank this beer because he’d cry
For the one who had left his eye
And because he chose to drive that day
Is the reason why he’s not here to stay.
Middle of the Road
Where is the line
that is supposed
to be drawn
to divide the sane
from the insane,
the right from
the wrong, the
content from
the bored?
What is that
space between
everything that
is and everything
in dreams?
Why is it
so crazy to
believe that
neither exist?