I hear you complaining about the state of things,
Wondering why we can? stay the same
You don? wanna be changing, but you don? stop to change
You just sit around, looking for someone to blame

That ain? right; that ain? right
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white
Don? make sense
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ain? right

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

That ain? right; that ain? right
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white
Don? make sense
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ain? right

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

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