stuck in the middle,
I want to cry,
because I don't want to say goodbye,

I really want to be civil,
but I can't make up my mind

which person is right,
which person is wrong,
I'll find out tonight,
when the wind knocks out their light,

Now I stand by the bay,
and I am sending one of them away.

Don't know if my decision was wise,
you can see the uncertainty in my eyes,
should I go after and plea,
that they will stay with me?

Miles away by now,
I lost my opportunity.