It's his 42nd birthday, there's a party going on He's out on the front porch for a moment all alone He loves his wife and children, and he's provided well And even though they're needs are met, he wonders something else It seems like yesterday he was so young The world was at his feet Now he's trying hard to face reality He's in the middle ages, neither young nor old In the middle ages, where half the story's told He's watching and he's waiting for the future to unfold But there's a knowing hand that turns the pages In the middle ages Oh-oh-oh... He used to be a dreamer, thought he'd make a mark Change the world around him, maybe catch his rising star But time can fly so quickly, and dreams begin to fade Into the reality of just the everyday He knows he's done the best he could He deals with the regrets Even though he knows, he's far rom finished yet He's in the middle ages, neither young nor old In the middle ages, where half the story's told He's watching and he's waiting for the future to unfold But there's a knowing hand that turns the pages In the middle ages He says, "whether I become the man I always hoped to be Or if I stay the way I am, that's all right by me" 'Cause God is good, and I've been blessed, beyond what I deserve And even though I have my doubts, in my heart, I'm sure He's in the middle ages, neither young nor old In the middle ages, where half the story's told He's watching and he's waiting for the future to unfold But there's a knowing hand that turns the pages Yes, God's the loving hand that turns the pages In the middle ages The middle ages