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?