In a tight room, gasping for some air
Sits the old man in his lonely chair
In the window the breaking of the day
But never breaking through, shadows of decay

For a moment I thought that I could see
A so much bigger world, now a memory
Little old man, could you be so cool
Are we to end like that or are you just a fool

Here I stand in the middle
Watching the hands of the clock go
I fear the answer to the riddle
Nobody seems to know

Out in the open the world may seem so small
For the young boy who wants to know it all
In the window the breaking of the day
But never breaking through unless he breaks away

Here I stand in the middle
Watching the hands of the clock go
I fear the answer to the riddle
Nobody seems to know
Does anybody know?

Here I stand in the middle
Watching the hands of the clock go
I fear the answer to the riddle
Nobody seems to know

Here I stand in the middle
Watching the hands of the clock go
I fear the answer to the riddle
Nobody seems to know

Here I stand
Here I stand
In the middle
In the middle