The words of the song were against him, but he knew where the truth lay.

The truth, like much else about her, lay in between.

The truth, I guessed, lay half way between the extremes.

Like so many things, the truth lay somewhere in between.

But the truth, Sisko knew, lay back on the front line.

But what truths lay ahead behind this door, about the child woman in the casket?

I don't think Mother even cared where the truth lay.

The real truth lay somewhere in between as there were so many aspects of the current media environment to take into consideration.

It was almost like second sight, he considered, knowing that the truth really lay in his long experience.

But he knew the truth lay in an entirely different direction.