it s lonely at the top i d rather be in the middle where the air is not so rare where people can hear my fiddle i guess i strove too hard caught a lucky break or two but it s there in the middle i long to be with the rest of you i live up in this high castle above the clouds of life but i d rather be down where there s still some strife life has become too easy i m on my perched chair giving orders as i fancy but i d rather be down there with the rest of life s cares with real dreams of making it instead of things i regret as i stare out lonely and blue