A Crisis In Mid-Life

Feeling the sway of the bridge beneath me

I watch the windsock strain

Stepping with care as though there's nothing beneath me,

And I'm alone again

Taking the strain of the lateral movement

My escape is clear;

Follow the road to one of two directions

Can I control my 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 fashion

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!

The burble of canned music finds its way into my heart

The soundtrack to the E.P.G., but I don't know where to start

And all the people and all the humour

And all the culture, all the music, all the things that we once knew

Are wrapped in packets, twelve by twelve, on the shelves

When we were young we had songs for our problems

We had the money to pay...

Kids like us to write anthems for our teen years

And 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 mid-life