Thunder in the cabin You shut the skylight so we'd sleep Rain falls in the cabin Pour the water, let it steep You said you only liked art that was political Then you go and play the old time fiddle Candy Girl wants to Sail Away Baby, somehow can we meet in the middle? In the middle of this beauty I'm finding you to hold my hand I wanna get lost in this beauty And later on we'll start a band I was never used to feeling so little Now I wanna play the old time fiddle Show me how to make you cry Baby, maybe then we'll have met in the middle A light falls on the Hudson And the sky is getting clear Who was Henry Hudson, anyway? I think it's better if you move down here Even though it might not be political I wanna hear you play the old time fiddle I'll play too Then we can stay in love In the middle In the middle