The needle points to the halfway mark
Half full or empty?
It almost makes me smile
I'd say it's more inbetween
Like all these little towns
That fall behind mile after mile
I still feel the same way that I did
All those years ago
When we were still wishing
Still got the same dreams I had as a kid
The only difference is now I know
The price of admission.
It seems to me that the hardest part
Is to hold on to the wheel
And that must be the halfway mark
Between what is and what could be
I still feel the same way that I did
All those years ago
When we were still wishing
Still got the same dreams I had as a kid
The only difference is now I know
The price of admission.