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 gray 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?