If all I’ve done isn’t quite enough

But it’s enough for a shallow night

If tonight’s my last, it won’t be so tough

It’s fine because the mixture’s right

 

Three great notes, you kept in the back

They play now and you feel the same

As when all the trains were kept on track

And life was a winning game

 

A tiny window of time well spent

A pen to paper, a mind with sense

A naïve soul, a heart hell bent

On making something big commence

 

A contradiction that often shows up

With a Friday night and a sweetened cocktail

An inner nerve that suddenly blows up

To save the world or let if fail

 

A moment away and a room too quiet

But a mind-set you’d like to keep

But a realistic result to this diet

Is an unavoidable desire to sleep

 

If all I’ve done isn’t quite enough

But it’s enough for a shallow night

If tonight’s my last, it won’t be so tough

It’s fine because the mixtures right