Do you ever get the feeling This life ain't your game You were born at the wrong time Can't seem to find your way
Do you ever get the feeling You're a relic from the past Find it hard to keep up with The pace of modern life
Or how about the feeling When there's no hope or help in sight Or that you're letting down your family On a dream that won't take flight
Do you struggle with the hours Do you battle through the days Do you find it hard to keep up with A life that ain't your game
You know when I hold your hand I love the difference in color Makes me proud to be your man
It never occurred to me That I'm in line for something else Did I miss it like a road sign Was I even looking out?
The thought of moving back to Houston The thought of living with my folks Was enough to get us thinking About doing something else
You know when I hold your hand I love the difference in color Makes me proud to be your man
I know I don't hold you right 'Cause I'm half of what I used to be And that other half ain't right Only half of what I use to be And the other half ain't right