Lyrics

Shelly listens to Elvis
 Joseph loves the Soft Machine
 John gave his ears to the early Beatles 
When Paul always talked to the Queen Martha stands on the corner
 Waiting for her train to come 
And I’m in there 
Somewhere in the middle 
Somehow I just don’t understand
 My friends and me 
Friends and me 
Friends and me 
My friends and me
 Friends friends and me
 My friends and me.

Pete went off to California 
Painting pictures in the sun 
Michael is still looking for satisfaction
 Is he going to find it with some one ?

Terry tried but didn't make it
 Just dropped right out of sight 
And I’m in there
 Somewhere in the middle 
Somehow I just don’t understand
 My friends and me
 Friends, friends and me 
My friends and me 
Friends and me 
My friends and me.

James P burned out at art school 
Shooting up behind the gym 
Dyed his hair like Ziggi Stardust  
And that’s the last I saw of him
 Sure we’ve all had our share of fuck-ups 
And I’m amazed how some of us pulled through
 And were right here
 Somewhere in the middle 
Sometimes we just don’t understand
 My friends and me  
Friends and me 
My friends and me
Friends and me 
My friends and me.