Sorrow’s Forecast

[Verse 1]
Oh, I coulda done something
Gone the extra mile
Take the next step
Instead of looking at regrets
I coulda been famous
I coulda been rich
I coulda kissed the right ass
Made it in the press

[Chorus]
Am I losing my touch
Does it matter so much?
Am I losing my grip
Am I starting to slip?

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I coulda made the right moves
Been a smooth pop singer
Made my mother proud
If she could see me now
Coulda made the right contacts
Shook the right hands
Made the in parties
Played in soft rock bands

[Chorus]
Am I losing my touch
Does it matter so much?
Am I losing my grip
Am I starting to slip?

[Verse 3]
Yeah, I coulda learned to play the games
I coulda got down on my knees
I coulda had a stage name
Coulda learned to say please
I coulda jumped on the wagon
God knows I had the chance
I coulda sold my soul
Just to get it in advance

[Chorus]
Am I losing my touch
Does it matter so much?
Am I losing my grip
Am I starting to slip?