Back To The Middle

Young and wasted look at me now I'm the king of California Straight out of Tennessee C'mon baby crash on my couch You've got that hollywood nosebleed You've got the pedigree But when the seasons change That's when I'll check that plane and go Back to the middle, I'm gonna be high Back to the middle, when I've had enough I will fly Back to the middle, pa*sengers please stand by Back to the middle it's a miracle I've escaped alive In the thick, thick electric air There's a cloud of smoke ascending Blocking the city lights Fast and Faded, dead in Times Square I'm not looking for a heartache I gotta catch a flight Because the weather's cold This scene is getting old in teh freeze I'm dreaming of the palm trees On the beat I scheme about the city Why should I go back?