If you are right, must I be wrong?
Is there any middle song?
Why can’t we all just get along?
Or is there no percentage?
Won’t someone tell me to my face
Why I have to run this race?
I feel somewhat out of place,
Like I always do.
God is with me, or so you say,
But only if I walk your way,
And pray the way you let me pray,
And where you want me to.
And yet you say I live in sin,
In ways that let the devil in,
Losers, it seems, never win,
I’m trying to move on.
I will not tell you what to wear,
who to speak to, to cut your hair,
But I can help you out of there,
If you want to climb up.
