We're all polyester poets and pickers of a kind
With far too many questions for the answers in our minds
Stranded in the middle, but all is black and white
Somewhere between ragged and right
Somewhere between ragged and right
Like a busload of taxi drivers learning how to fly
We're on automatic pilot, driftin' thru our lives
Somewhere between ragged and right
We're a gang of drug store cowboys
Somewhere between ragged and right
Like a busload of taxi drivers learning how to fly
We're on automatic pilot, driftin' thru our lives
Somewhere between ragged and right
Somewhere between ragged and right