Halfway to Nowhere - Mark Bryan

I was soaking in solitude and drippin' with beer

Strings on my fingers and nothin' to fear

It’s hot in this kitchen, I’m startin' to fry

Halfway to nowhere and hung out to dry

My view was an eagle’s so I flew far and wide

Every new vision the further I’d glide

It’s thin in this airway, I start to come down

Halfway to nowhere with my feet on the ground

My words are wise when I disguise them

But deep inside I bleed

I search for perfection everywhere that I roam

My head on the highway and my heart safe at home

But I’m closer to perfect, she’s further from me

Halfway to nowhere and achin' to be, achin' to be, yeah