Dreaming on the district line
Talking about our future life
Sleeping by the coast at night
Jumping out of clear blue skies
And you made our plans
And I held your hand

Years go by like paper planes
Big ideas all go to waste
Guess we had our golden days
We try sometimes but it's not the same
Anymore, my love
Now we're all grown up

We're not friends
'Cause we still care more than a little
And it don't make sense
Here wе stand, somewhere in thе middle

One foot out and one foot in
Wonder what we could've been
If I moved out and you stayed here
I'll be crying jealous tears
When you tell me you
Are seeing someone new

We're not friends
'Cause we still care more than a little
And it don't make sense
Here we stand, somewhere in the middle

You come over to see me
We both know that it really doesn't help, whoa
You leave your coat behind
And jump on that long green line to head back west
I'll meet you next time
Somewhere in the middle, oh
Not in my bed, it's for the best
Somewhere in the middle

We're not friends
We still care more than a little, oh
Don't make sense
Here we stand, somewhere in the middle