one in the middle

sometimes at night

when i close my eyes

i see three women

all standing in a line

the one on the left

she took my heart

the one on the right

said she wanted to be free

but the one in the middle

i still love her and i wonder

does she ever think of me?

in my mind

i've been to a thousand places

when i walk down the street

i stare into a thousand faces

the flame of love

once shined so brightly

now it's just

a slow burning memory

but the one in the middle

i still love her

oh

and i wonder

does she ever think of me?

maybe

she wouldn't even care

no

that's okay

it's all in a dream

it's all in a dream

anyway

but the one in the middle

oh

i still love her and i wonder

does she ever think of me?

but the one in the middle

oh

i still love her and i wonder

does she ever think of me?