I can't believe that I lost that feelingnHow could I make something so right so wrong?nIt's not my fault that I hit the ceilingnAll my glory days have come and gonennThings were better in the old daysnNow I'm feeling downn'Cause all I have is this old-school anthemnThat keeps me hanging aroundnI'll stick aroundnnI can't believe that I lost that feelingnHow could I make something so right so wrong?nIt's not my fault that I hit the ceilingnAll my glory days have come and gonennWhen I'm old and in a wheelchair,nI'll be feeling finen'Cause I'll be singing this old-school anthemnWhen I'm ninety-ninenI'm in my primennI can't believe that I lost that feelingnHow could I make something so right so wrong?nIt's not my fault that I hit the ceilingnAll my glory days have come and gonenn(Go!)nnI can't believe that I lost that feelingnHow could I make something so right so wrong?nIt's not my fault that I hit the ceilingnAll my glory days have come and gonennI can't believe that I lost that feelingnI can't believe that I lost that feelingnI can't believe that I lost that feelingnI can't believe that I lost that feeling