Since our separation you have taken up with thieves
Who tell you just how wonderful you are
Baby I have nothing but respect for you I would never try to rip you off
And I know that your heart still runs with mine you’re just afraid of getting soft

It’s a long long way to the middle
The middle of the road
It’s summertime in California I never felt so cold
It’s a long long way to the middle
The middle of the road
I still love you baby why don’t you come on home

I put the bad out of my mind and my memories are good
The hardwood floor ‘neath your kitchen door
Where you taught me all those dirty words
When we first made love under your ivory cross
It was a rainy Easter Sunday
And we were drinking champagne in the Mulholland Hills
When I finally felt the stone roll away

It’s a long long way to the middle
The middle of the road
You still got a hold on me even though you’re getting old
It’s a long long way to the middle
The middle of the road
I still love you baby why don’t you come on home
Why don’t you come on home

Happy birthday baby hope you’re getting realistic
Two months and two years away from the same old sad statistic
To live out in the wilderness you gotta learn to start a fire
But you can stand out there with your fist in the air
While the rest of us get on with our lives

It’s a long long way to the middle
The middle of the road
It’s summertime in California I never felt so cold
It’s a long long way to the middle
The middle of the road
I still love you baby why don’t you come on home