There's not enough hours in the day

To say all that I want to say

There's not enough days in the week

And weeks go by quicker than drunks knock back liquor

There's not enough weeks in the month

To do all that needs to be done

There's not enough months in the year

And years disappear like the bubbles in my beer


Timestretched

There's not enough lines on the stave

To capture the music I crave

There's not enough strings to my bow

And even the barmen know extracts from Carmen

There's not enough notes in this scale

It feels like I'm chasing my tail

There's not enough beats in the bar

And bars get too busy with folks asking "is he…?"