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 (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 (nothing like a crisis)
There's nothing like a crisis
There's nothing like a crisis in mid-life
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 (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 (nothing like a crisis)
There's nothing like a crisis
There's nothing like a crisis in mid-life
Other albums by the artist
A Crisis In Mid Life (Live in UK, 2012)
2023 · single
A Spark in the Aether (Live in USA, 2017)
2022 · single
Songs From The Hard Shoulder
2022 · album
The Lady Tied to the Lamp Post (edit)
2022 · single
The Changes (edit)
2022 · single
Auto Reconnaissance
2020 · album
The Tower of Babel
2020 · single
Life on Hold
2020 · single
Proxy (Bonus track version)
2018 · album
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