Out Here In the Middle - James McMurtry

They broke into your car last night, took the stereo

Now you say you don’t know why you even live there anymore

The garage man didn’t see a thing, so you guess it was an inside job

You made a reservation, a table for three

They said you’d have to wait: somebody must’ve bribed the maitre’d

The boss got mad and he blamed it all on you

The food was bad and the deal fell through

Well out here in the middle you can park it on the street

You step up to the counter, you nearly always get a seat

Nobody steals, nobody cheats

Wish you were here my love

Wish you were here my love

We got tractor pulls and Red Man chew

Corporate relo refugees that need love too

And we ain’t seen Elvis in a year or two

We got justification for wealth and greed

Amber waves of grain and bathtub speed

Now we even got Starbucks

What else you need?

Out here in the middle where the center’s on the right

And the ghost of William Jennings Bryan preaches every night

To save the lonely souls in the dashboard lights

Wish you were here my love

Wish you were here my love

Out here in the middle where the buffalo roam

We’re putting up towers for your cell phones

And we screen all applicants with a fine tooth comb

Wish you were here my love

Wish you were here my love