We live our lives within the grey ambiguity Never hold fast to one way such agility This step is wrong this move is right Making no choice and no sense Too scared to move yet too proud to stand still We're fettered while riding the fence Riding the fence Safe in the arms of neutrality Riding the fence Never to show partiality Riding the face Running away from reality Riding the fence becomes our best defense for our fears We seek the safety of the swarm anonymity Convenience cowardice conform such integrity Like pacifist soldiers or blood-thirsty doves Our lives are only pretense Never concerned with just whose side we're on We're carefree and riding the fence And in a final shallow sigh pensive pondering Nagging questions tacit cries winter wondering Who were we to all the people we touched? Did we make a difference? And were we numbered with those who stood proud? Or were we riding the fence?