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?