you could have it all

but i can't have it too

now i'm at that age

where no one pulls for you



and you want it bad

whatever's left of you

and you want it bad

but there's nothing you can do

whatever's left of you



never had the range

to put it in my sights

never had the strength

to pull it to new heights



and you want it bad

whatever's left of you

and you want it bad

but there's nothing you can do

whatever's left of you



i'm at an awful age

i'm at an awful stage

we don't stand a chance

it's the death of true romance

when a glance was just a glance

we don't stand a chance



if i sell my heart

i'll leave it far behind

but if i could restart

there would be a spark you'd never find