Where do I meet you my dear friend? If you are both the past and the end Then will you come with me to the middle? We could be together like children We aren't truly who we want to be Until we find out that we haven't got enough money We aren't who we truly want to see Until we find out that we are worth more than money Wherever you think you should be It's not the elsewhere that you should be in Take the inside of your life And unfold it so you can see It's much bigger than what you thought Please don't claim littler things for yourself Claim the bigger bigs that your remote control heart asks for Volume up until you realize you're not speaking loudly enough You raise your glass like you raise your voicebox To toast all the minor scenes you've been an extra in Prove to yourself, you're made for the silver screen If a sliver of gold could fill a Klimt Then the canvas you have ready would be worth a golden bar Listen up my dear friend You're not in a box, you're in an inbetween pause in the composition of this song We can meet sometime in the middle Where you're 29 years old and I'm 30