Yound and wasted look at me now,
I'm the kind of California
Straight out of Tennessee
C'mon baby crash on my couch,
You''ve got that Hollywood nosebleed
You've got that pedigree
But when the seasons change
That's when I'll catch that plane and go
Back to the middle, I'm gonna be high
Back to the middle when I've had enough I will fly
Back to the middle, passengers please stand by
Back to the middle it's a miracle I've escaped alive
In the thick thick electric air
There's a cloud of smoke ascending
Blocking the city lights
Fast and faded, dead in Times Square
I'm not looking for a heartache
I gotta catch a flight
Because the weathers cold,
This scene is getting old
In the freeze I'm dreaming of the palm trees
On the beat I scheme about the city
Why should I go back?