A cup of cold black coffee
On the right side of the bed
I picture you sleeping there next to him
With your toes all painted red
And the misty, grey-skied morning
It hovers over your head
So will you meet me in the middle
Like you said?

I see the rain start falling
As you're leaving out the door
He's got his hand in your pocket
And you don't think of me anymore
Is it too selfish to suppose, love?
That you'll visit when you fight
Will you meet me in the middle
Of the night?

In the shade, I will bring you home
You know, you know, in the waves
I will guide your boat
You know, you know, and in the grave
I will meet your soul
You know, you know
So will you meet me in the middle
Of the road?
I can tell that you've been crying
Driving down 5th and Main
You tried to so hard to forget me
You burnt the letters that I made
And though my memory has been dying
I hope the feeling still remains

So will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the middle
Someday?