A Crisis In Mid Life Feeling the sway of the bridge beneath me I watch the windsock strain Stepping with care as thought there's nothing beneath me, 'Cos I'm alone again
Feeling the strain of the lateral movement My escape is clear; Follow the road in one of two directions Can I control the fear?
And I can feel it pulling, the paranoia's rife! There's nothing like a crisis in mid-life!
Feeling the weight of my divided passions Coming and going like rain Taking my chances in my predictable fashions As all my plans go down the drain
And I can feel it pulling, the paranoia's rife! Look in both directions, I'm balanced on the knife There's nothing like a crisis in mid-life!
When we were all young we had songs for our problems We had the money to pay Kids like ourselves to write anthems for our teen years Blow our problems away
But now we're in the middle Our heroes bought houseboats with their wives There's no-one left to sing along with As we make the crossing of our middle lives There's nothing like a crisis in a mid-life