The Mid-Life Weird
So far his life had seemed a battle not quite worth the fight
His dreams were turning sour, lingering doubts to fill the wastes of night
The hour was late; he clutched a sweat-soaked pillow
Tried to shake the dread, yeah
If only he could summon dreams of yesteryear, before they fled
Beyond his head
Why only tears, why only sorrow
Oh, you only have to find
A way to free your mind and you'll see
Everything you hoped it could be
In Vain, he tries to clear his mind but cannot
So no where to go
The clock is ticking time, the years have fled, and now it shows
That time has robbed him of the joys of youth
As all his plans unwind, yeah
Yet time remains and so he grabs at life with one thing on his mind
What will he find?
Why only tears, why only sorrow
Oh, you only have to find
A way to free your mind and you'll see
Everything you hoped it could be