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We were thirty-two miles from something When the carburetor gave out And it left us with a little bit of time to hope And it left us time to doubt That we’d ever get back to zero That the fightin’ would tire out But if I’m gonna catch hell for speakin' my mind Then I might as well make it count The dead middle of the road ain’t the place for talkin’ With half a mind to get walkin' And half a mind to stay So let’s get outta the way Or our outline they’ll be chalkin’ Baby, we’re halfway Well the battle is almost over And there's no sign of a truce We can fuss around in a stuck old engine (stuck old engine) Maybe knock something loose But even then how do we fix it It’s an intricate machine We could leave the car and give up and walk Maybe someday reconvene SongtexteThe dead middle of the road ain’t the place for talkin’ With half a mind to get walkin' And half a mind to stay So let’s get outta the way Or our outline they’ll be chalkin’ Baby, we’re halfway But if we walk in two directions To the day before we met I’ll tell you the truest words that I’ve got I ain’t got one ounce of regret Not one ounce of regret The dead middle of the road ain’t the place for talkin’ With half a mind to get walkin' And half a mind to stay So let’s get outta the way Or our outline they’ll be chalkin’ Baby, we’re halfway Aus Songtexte Mania