James Smith - District Line

Dreaming on the district line
Talking 'bout our future life
Sleeping by the coast at night
Jumping out of clear blue skies
Yeah, we made our plans
And I held your hand

Years go by like paper planes
Big ideas all go to waste
Guess we had our golden days
We try sometimes
But it's not the same anymore, my love
Now, we're all grown up

[CHORUS]
We're not friends
'Cause we still care
More than a little
And it don't make sense
But here we stand
Somewhere in the middle

One foot out, and one foot in
I wonder what we could've been
If I moved out and you stayed here
Would I be crying jealous tears
When you tell me you are seeing someone new

[CHORUS]
We're not friends
'Cause we still care
More than a little
And it don't make sense
But here we stand
Somewhere in the middle

You come over to see me
We both know that it really doesn't help
You leave your coat behind
And jump on that long green line
To head back west
I'll meet you next time
Somewhere in the middle
Not in my bed
It's for the best
We're somewhere in the middle

We're not friends
We still care...
More than a little
And it don't make sense
But here we stand
Somewhere in the middle.