Eagles

Same dances in the same old shoes
Some habits that you just cant lose
Theres no telling what a man might lose,
After the thrill is gone
The flame rises but it soon descends
Empty pages and a frozen pen
Youre not quite lovers and youre not quite friends
After the thrill is gone, oh,
After the thrill is gone
What can you do when your dreams come true
And its not quite like you planned?
What have you done to be losing the one
You held it so tight in your hand well
Time passes and you must move on,
Half the distance takes you twice as long