Wrote this when I was 39 Still in my head but out of mind But there"s something inside I can"t resolve A portrait of a perfect life Two lovely kids, a loving wife A servant to the things I can"t control In this heart there"s a dark corner With a space for everyone I give it all and try until my river is dry But i feel like less when everyone moves on I wonder if I"ve spent my days Trapped in an adolescent cage Just pondering the future of us all? Stated opinion, given back The best that I can, stay on track For most of it I can"t remember Where we took the fall? In this heart there"s a dark corner With a space for everyone I give it all and try until my river is dry But I feel like less when everyone moves on Yes I feel like less when everyone moves on