Out of Sorts Lyrics

High strung

Strung out

Never in the in between

Rusted pipes or polished sheen

Can't fit in the in between

Trying to ride a wave that breaks at a steady pace, but I toss and turn

Past the point of no return

High strung

Strung out

Never in the in between

Rusted pipes or polished sheen

Can't fit in the in between

On a cloud or in the weeds

Back and forth on a balance beam

Humid air or falling leaves

It's all the same to me

Trying to ride a wave that breaks at a steady pace, but I'm feeling bored

The straight and narrow seems out of sorts

Foot in front of foot across a one inch wire

Sweaty hands grip the pole

I'm so centered, but it doesn't feel right

It doesn't feel right not picking a side

Trying to ride a wave that breaks at a steady pace

It's none of your concern that I'm always out of sorts