He said you stand in your own shoes 
I said I'd rather stand in someone else's 
He said you look from your direction 
I said I like to keep perspective 
 
Close to the middle of the network 
It seems we're looking for a center 
What if it turns out to be hollow? 
We could be fixing what is broken 
 
Between the pen and the paperwork 
There must be passion in the language 
Between the muscle and the brain work 
There must be feeling in the pipeline 
 
Beyond the duty and the discipline 
I know there's anger in a cold place 
All feelings fall into the big space 
Swept up like garbage on the week-end 
 
Between the pen and the paperwork 
There must be passion in the language 
Between the muscle and the brain work 
There must be feeling in the pipeline 
 
All feeling 
Falls into the big space 
All feeling 
Swept into the 
Avenues of angles 
 
Between the pen and the paperwork 
I'm sure there's passion in the language 
Between the muscle and the brain work 
I know there's feeling in the pipeline