Sorrows Forecast — текст песни (Dead Moon)

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



Am I losing my touch, does it matter so much?

Am I losing my grip, am I starting to slip?



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



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