My glottal stop gives me away
A storm in a tea cup with nothing much brewing
I never liked that Earl Grey
The things that you say, sometimes they get in the way
Of things that you're doing

Demons with ducks in a row
Singing along to the songs that you're playing
I never listened in school
The things that you do, sometimes they get in the way
Of things that you're saying

Things to remember and things to forget
But no time for all this regret and reliving

So much ahead of you, so much behind
Keeping your balance while walking the wire
Flying your flag, any colour you like
Happy as sin in the middle of life

My knife and fork give me away
They're in the wrong hands and my manners are fading
Searching for that silver spoon
The things you don't do, sometimes they get in the way
Of changes you're making

People to hold on to, people to let go
And time for all this forget and forgiving

So much within you and so much without
So much to learn from, whisper and shout
Rough 'round the edges but softer inside
Getting stuck in to the middle of life
You know where you've been, in the middle of life
Watch me jump in to the middle of life