The Middle Ages

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