The Middle - Cog

I took a trip today one thousand miles away

And travelled further down a path that I had made

So I just followed it to where it all began

Until it all went quiet, that noise that’s in your head

Just like a contour winds it’s way across the land

I saw the lines in me but I didn’t understand

If I was young or old or if I had a plan

Remembering yesterday while staring at the end

For years unclear as you gathered mementos

Then it clicked when you finally let go

Is it sink or swim in a rat’s bread tin or is this just a ride?

And you feel more remote from the control

But don’t get stuck like a moth on a light bulb yeah

Is the urge to win buried deep within or somewhere nearby?

(I know)

Yeah it chokes like I clot in the bloodflow

And it starts to spin when you pull back in knowing someday you’ll die

(Unclear)

Until the Fozz put a click on the tempo

As the end begins look at where you’ve been in the blink of an eye

Seems like only yesterday we were starting out

No we ain’t got much time left before tomorrow

Seems like only yesterday we were starting out

No we ain’t got much time left

And now your home’s in a bubble you don’t own

It kinda stings like a bit of Tobasco

Is it sink or swim in a rat’s bread tin or is this just a ride

And there is shock at the state of your cash flow

Now you feel like you’re someone you don’t know yeah

As the end begins look at where you’ve been in the blink of an eye

Seems like only yesterday we were starting out

Ain’t got much time left before tomorrow

Seems like only yesterday we were starting out

I don’t know if I’m a young man or if I’m old

In between, as it all unfolds

I don’t know if I’m a young man or if I’m old

Is it real or is it all just fool’s gold

I took a trip today one thousand miles away

And sipped a cup of tea with the Lindza that I’d made

I dreamt of days gone by and stories I was told

There ain’t no guarantees of young men growing old

I took a trip today one thousand miles away

And travelled further down a path that I had made

I dreamt of days gone by and stories I’ve been told

There ain’t no guarantees of young men growing old