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They broke into your car last night, took the stereo |
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Now you say you don't know why |
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You even live there anymore |
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The garage man didn't see a thing |
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So you guess it was an inside job |
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You made a reservation, a table for three |
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They said you'd have to wait |
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Somebody must have bribed the maitre'd |
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The boss got mad and he blamed it all on you |
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Food was bad and the deal fell through |
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Well, out here in the middle, you can park it on the street |
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You step up to the counter, you nearly always get a seat |
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Nobody steals, nobody cheats |
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Wish you were here my love, wish you here my love |
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We got tractor pulls and Red Man chew |
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Corporate relo refugees that need love too |
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We ain't seen Elvis in a year or two |
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We got justification for wealth and greed |
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Amber waves of grain and bathtub speed |
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Now, we even got Starbucks what else you need? |
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Out here in the middle where the center's on the right |
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And the ghost of William Jennings Bryan preaches every night |
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To save the lonely souls in the dashboard lights |
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Wish you were here my love, wish you were here my love |
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Out here in the middle where the buffalo roam |
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We're putting up towers for your cell phones |
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And we screen all applicants with a fine tooth comb |
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Wish you were here my love, wish you were here my love |
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Wish you were here my love |
