Sorrow's Forecast Letra

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