Текст песни: Jack Johnson. Brushfire Fairytales. Middle Man.

Well, he's not necessarily trying to say that he minds it
But someone plays evil tricks on that kid
He's not necessarily trying to say God can't be trusted
But someone plays evil tricks on that kid

And certain situations scream for deviations
But somehow he always gets stuck in the middle
Of this and that and, man, he should try less
Every time he's rejected, man, he loses affection

But don't we all, don't we just got to give a little time
Maybe give a friend a call, instead of making him confused
What a terrible thing for you to do
What an awful thing for you to say
What a terrible thing for you to relay

Well, I know some people's, they got a little less than nothing
They will still find some to spare
And other people got more than they could use but they don't share
And some people got problems, man, they got awful complications
But other people got perfect situations with no provocation

But don't we all, don't we just got to give a little time
Maybe give a friend a call, instead of making him confused
What a terrible thing for you to do
What an awful thing for you to say

What a terrible thing for you confused
What a terrible thing for you to do
What an awful thing for you to say
What a terrible thing for you to relay

(Confused, what an awful thing for you to do)
Somehow we always get stuck in the middle
Somehow we always get stuck in the middle
Somehow we always get stuck in the middle

(Confused, what an awful thing for you to do)
Somehow we always get stuck in the middle
Somehow we always get stuck in the middle
Somehow we always get stuck in the middle