Words and music: Bob Hartman

You want the best of both worlds but you're not getting either
You seem content to ride the fence when you know which side is greener
Some run hot and some run cold and some run from their maker
Some run the risk of losing all with lukewarm friends and fakers

Chameleon, you blend with your surroundings
Chameleon, no one knows where you come from
Chameleon, you change with every situation
Compromising dedication

You compromise each word you say so inoffensively
You only want to hide behind you annonimity
You struggle for acceptance and it takes you to extremes
The smile you hide your face behind is not all that it seems

Come out, come out, come out from among them
Come out, come out, come out and be free

There is no gray, no neutral ground, there's only black and white
And nothing in between the two to turn a wrong to right
There is no time for you charade, you've got to make your stand
When salt has lost it's savor the world becomes so bland