Losing Side of Twenty-Five

All my friends are growing up

Changing pretty girls' last names

I'm still finding my way

Rolling down the highway

Playing a much younger man's game

Every night we're drinking

In dive bars and dance halls

They're all at that age

Where they're all having babies

And picking out the nursery colored walls

They all ask me how I'm doing

I just smile and realize

That although it was kind to me

My youth is all behind me

Now I'm on the losing side

The losing side of twenty five

Mom and Dad did the best they could

To raise me the right way

And I'll lean more their own

And I started writing songs

And thinking I had something to say

So every week at the Food Line

All the other parents boast

About there kids graduating

Getting higher educations

In the big city jobs that they chose

My parents asked me how I'm doing

I hang my head and close my eyes

They say don't throw your life away

Go and get a job that pays

We love you and we know that you tried

The losing side of twenty five

Yeah, I might never have a mansion

Hell, I might never own me a home

But I got a couple of songs

And some boys that I call friends

And a pretty girl that I can call my own

Yeah, I might never be a millionaire

That's all right by me

'Cause I've done the things I wanted to

And said the things I needed to

And seen the things I wanted to see

When they all ask me how I'm doing

I just smile and realize

There are different roads to happiness

I took a different path, I guess

Came out on the other side just fine

The losing side of twenty five

Yeah, there are different roads to happiness

I took a different path, I guess

Came out on the other side just fine

The losing side of twenty five