(Michael McDonald And Bernie Chiaravalle)



Starin' back at a room full of strange faces

I sense another welcome worn thin

A bartender sayin' "son take it outside"

"take it out the door you brought it in"

He said, he don't wanna hear about my problem

Or why I think I got it so tough

He said guys like me come a dime a dozen

That my only problem is knowin' when I've had enough

(but) how can I have too much?

How can I have to much of somethin' I can't get enough of?



You said it so well in your letter baby

You gave me every reason why

Girl you sure use a lot of paper, just to say good-bye

Well here's to the good times

Here's to the way we were

Here's to how you tried to be my lover

'till disaster struck

Now you wanna be a friend and tell me

I'm a man who simply needs too much

But how can I have too much?