(Jon McElroy/Billy Crain)

I hear you complaining about the state of things,
Wondering why we canæ?° stay the same.

You donæ?° wanna be changing, but you donæ?° stop to change.
You just sit around, looking for someone to blame.

That ainæ?° right; that ainæ?° right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Donæ?° make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ainæ?° right.

You say you wanna go back to the good ole days,
When you didnæ?° think twice about the choices you made.
You could state your opinion, but now youæ?®e too afraid.
You hope all the bad stuff just goes away.

That ainæ?° right; that ainæ?° right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Donæ?° make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ainæ?° right.

Movers and shakers; givers and takers
All got something worth fighting for.
The rest just get by; they donæ?° speak their mind.
They just follow the crowd right out the door.

That ainæ?° right; that ainæ?° right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Donæ?° make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ainæ?° right.
That ainæ?° right.
Oh, that ainæ?° right.