Back to the Middle

When she was 18, she moved back to her hometown

Solo on the street, trying to find that solid ground

Studied hard to make it and make her parents proud

Love as a distraction, just not to be found

At 20, chasing dreams, guitar up in her hand

Chasing pub to pub, trying to make them understand

Got a lotta no’s, but held on to the yes

Touring felt sweet, though she could hardly pay the rent

Back to the middle, then back to the end

Caught in the hustle where the lights won’t blend

Every scar she carries, every tear she bends

Back to the middle, then back to the end

At 23 she found herself at the crossroad

So heavy-hearted and hands cold

Drowning in depression, numbing pain with dope

Caught in the dark, struggling to find hope

Yet in the silence, she heard the Spirit call

Whispering through chaos, reminding her: stand tall

Music could save her a lifeline in the night

With every note she wrote, she would begin to find her light

Back to the middle, then back to the end

Caught in the hustle where the lights won’t blend

Every scar she carries, every tear she bends

Back to the middle, then back to the end

Back to the middle, then back to the end

Caught in the hustle where the lights won’t blend

Every scar she carries, every tear she bends

Back to the middle, then back to the end

Now at 30, praying for a change

Grateful for love, although it feels kinda strange

Oh, found a real one — a man that truly stays

Slowly shedding egos, finding brighter days

Back to the middle, then back to the end (even though she fell down)

Caught in the hustle where the lights won’t blend (she must back up)

Every scar she carries, every tear she bends (back again)

Back to the middle, then back to the end

Back to the middle, then back to the end (even though she fell down)

Caught in the hustle where the lights won’t blend (she must stay strong)

Every scar she carries, every tear she bends

Back to the middle, then back to the end