Written by: Doug Scharley
Lyrics © D. R. Scharley Consulting Inc.


I’m her first choice for a wedding date
And the one she texts when she can’t sleep
I’m the one she calls when she’s hungry
And says let’s go get something to eat

We have talked into the wee hours
About the loves lost from our pasts
And compared our failed romances
Sharing laughs why they didn’t last

There’s no one I would rather be with
I love her with all of my heart
But I’m afraid to broach this subject
For fear that it may push us apart

(Chorus)
I find myself stuck in the no man’s land
Imprisoned in the Friend Zone
How I got here I don’t really know
But I can’t let it become my home
I have to take the chance to make it clear
And call her on the telephone
I can’t just be a friend anymore
I’ve got to make my true feelings known


I know all her favourite movies
And every series she’s binge watched
I know the details of all her boyfriends
And every one night stand she’s notched

The foods she hates are forever stored
Within the center of my brain
And dysfunctional family members?
Well, I can give you every name

The intimate details that we share
Have made us soulmates for life
But even with all of this knowledge
How do I get her to be my wife?

(Chorus)
I find myself stuck in the no man’s land
Imprisoned in the Friend Zone
How I got here I don’t really know
But I can’t let it become my home
I have to take the chance to make it clear
And call her on the telephone
I can’t just be a friend anymore
I’ve got to make my true feelings known


I’m going to muster the courage
And lay it out all on the line
I can’t put this off any longer
Or I’m likely going to lose my mind

I’ve practiced what I want to say
In the mirror so many times
But you never know how well it’ll go
Are there any hidden land mines?

Nothing ventured, nothing gained
The time has come at last
I take her hand, look in her eyes
And now it’s time that I ask!

(Chorus)
I find myself stuck in the no man’s land
Imprisoned in the Friend Zone
How I got here I don’t really know
But I can’t let it become my home
I have to take the chance to make it clear
And call her on the telephone
I can’t just be a friend anymore
I’ve got to make my true feelings known







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