In the Middle

Here you are, there they are, and I’m like the man in the middle.
If I’m the peacekeeper you’ll find me between the lines.
I see you one by one each come undone when there’s a rumble to be won.
It’s a riddle, and I’m the man in the middle.
You have it on good faith, you know you gave it a fair shake.
And you could burn your bridge or patch it up when it breaks.
Yeah I’m a quick, closed book.
I know you all wanna read it but I’ve sealed it up.
It’s a good one, but you’re not shaking it open.
Am I your tug of war, or the thin line that I walk on?
If you can’t see me I’m the one sleeping in the light.
It’s with me all day long, all night I’m mulling it over how you somehow walk
with a hatchet.
If you toss it I’ll catch it.
You’re like an axe, swinging your facts.
How can I say who’s gone astray?
The fence is made.
So far I’ve stayed here with one hand on every side 'cause I’m the man in the
middle.