Jim: guitar, vocals
Without her, am I half the flesh?
Half a man, like half the rest?
At least half the time I try my best
To be the full man that I am.
Each husband has halved a life;
Half as bachelor, half with wife.
But mine passed on halfway down the pike.
Now I'm past those portraits of a man.
I feel like I'm the halftime show;
People watch to see where I go,
And when I'm done, that whistle will blow,
As they all go back to their game.
Well, halfway down the road I've mapped,
I look back at my other half.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh
at the ways life changes our plans.