作曲 : Conor Oberst
I traveled though the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed
 The pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half time
 Now every dream gets whittled down just like every fool gets wise
 You will never reap of any seed deprived of sunlight
 
 So I have become the Middleman
 The gray areas are mine
 The in-between, the absentee
 Is a beautiful disguise
 
 So I keep my footlights shining bright just like I keep my exits wide
 'Cause I never know when it's time to go, it's too crowded now inside
 The dead can hide beneath the ground and the birds can always fly
 But the rest of us do what we must in constant compromise
 
 So I have become the Middleman
 The gray areas are fine
 The "I don't know," the "maybe so"
 Is the only real reply
 It is the only true reply