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