Words and music by Bob Hartman



You want the best of both worlds 

You're not getting either 

You seem content to ride the fence 

When you know which side is greener 



Some run hot, some run cold 

Some run from their maker 

Some run the risk of losing out 

With lukewarm friends and fakers 



Chameleon 

You blend with your surroundings 

Chameleon 

Noone knows where you come from 

Chameleon 

You change with every situation 

Compromising dedication 



You compromise each word you say so innoffensively 

You only want to hide behind your anonymity 

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 into right 

There is no time for your charade 

You've got to make your stand 

When salt has lost its savor 

The world becomes so bland